Saturday, January 28, 2017

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.


Tuesday, January 17, 2017

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

Sunday, January 8, 2017

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.