What I know
about grief
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I think it’s okay
To write another poem; about grief.
I don’t know why they have come,
These memories of ghosts;
traipsing through my afternoon reverie.
As feet propel mind toward new days.
I don’t know if the shimmer of sunlight,
mirrored crookedly on sheets of ice,
reflects the face my father knew.
Or, if it was altered by the pain of loss.
I do know that the rhythm of one foot and then another.
Matches the drumming of my heartache.
As I say again, and again and again.
Goodbye ...
Heart heavy as the mountain beneath solstice snows.
©2025 Andrea Curran
Authors Note: This poem is fashioned after the form by Nadia Colburn in Midwinter
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I’ll leave the light on for you! Much Love — Andy
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So much weight to this one, Andrea - really sunk me a little deeper into my own grief I’m going through for my father-in-law who passed away suddenly last February. He was like a second father to me and a great friend also. And to me being also a foreigner in this country (my husband’s native Portugal), that meant a lot to be so accepted and loved by him and my mother-in-law like their daughter. The thing I regret most is my daughter only knowing him for the first year of her life. He was her biggest fan.
So much soul compacted in a single piece. Lovely. ❤️