Poem #35

I hear

your

laughter

see your

smile,

in

my memory

in

my mind.

I

don’t

want

a

memory.

I

want you

alive.

On A Shelf

I put My grief On a shelf

In the Back of my heart

in Saran Wrap bundles

so I can feel safe after thirty years of grief

Of course I am not

Nothing is Strong Enough To

Hold it back

for very long

poem #12

My child died

of drugs,

trying to

expand

her

consciousness.

Dealing with her

death

has

expanded mine

far, far

beyond

&

has

made  reality

possible.