Posted in Uncategorized, tagged comfort, love, rest on September 17, 2020| 4 Comments »
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged comfort, death, poem, poetry on October 12, 2017| 2 Comments »
You want to say,
She was old, she had a good life.
You want to say,
She was treated well.
You want to believe
that death can be tender,
a blessing, a dark and beautiful flower,
and maybe you do say these things,
and all the while
your heart sags, wails,
curls like a cat into itself,
longs to be held
in some great, warm arms
even as you hold out
your own unsteady arms
to hold what can never
be held.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged comfort, poem, poetry on June 23, 2016| Leave a Comment »
and brings the big world in with her—
contagious and boisterous laughter
deep enough to splash in, the scent
of lilac trees and fresh cut grass
and brandy with ginger ale and lemon.
Whole fields of wild iris. Left turns.
She unpacks her suitcase and rapturous dances
leap out and whirl around the room.
Miles of highway unribbon around the kitchen—
there is plenty of room in her home
for the skyscrapers, the great divides,
her own enormous beating heart.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged cold, comfort, hurt, poem, poetry on February 23, 2013| 3 Comments »
after reading up into the silence the green by e.e. cummings
Cold is the
(hold me)
wind and
sharp is
the barb
exposed
and
(hold me)
sour are
the words
that flew,
and slow
(hold me)
is the ache
to leave.
It’s cold
love
and though
it won’t
change anything
it would
feel good
(the dark
is near)
if you’d
just
for a
moment
(hear
the train?)
hold me.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged comfort, dark, hard times, love, mother, parenting, poem, poetry, son on December 18, 2012| 5 Comments »
In the boat of night
my boy and I float.
There are no oars.
We use our voices
to move through
the waves. But
the currents take
us wherever the currents
take us. It is dark.
We hold each other
as if there is no one
else in the world.
For this moment,
there is no one else
in the world. There is
his voice. My voice.
His ears. My ears.
Our warmth. And
the cold all around.