Sunday, August 2, 2009

grief is a circular staircase

been reading some old Linda Pastan and drinking far too many lagers
watching these siblings bond and find places to be
inside of their grief
crawling towards nooks and arms and memories
safe places that exist between the part of life that goes right on
and the insanity and blur of life being lived after someone just dies
not having siblings I find this particularly fascinating
I find this beautiful
and full of sadness
that is still and full
I try and float here
careful and helpful
trying to just fade into the backdrop of need
ready to catch a fall or come quick with a joke
and for a moment we all laugh with mouths wide open
able to forget just for a moment
what makes us find sobs in dark bedrooms
and in gardens bright with sun
and we all miss him
so much and in such different ways
but he is all around us
he is everywhere


Melisa with one S said...


Corina said...

Beautiful. Lovely tribute. I am so sorry for your loss....

fruitlady said...

I am so happy that you are writing again and so beautifully and so sad that this is what you are writing about. I miss seeing you everyday. How do we find a way to be closer?!?!?

Piper of Love said...

you are beautiful as your words of love fill a drop in the void

Headless Mom said...

Even in your grief you are beautiful and eloquent and poignant.

Thinking of you often and praying for you and all of your family.

secret agent mama said...


Sizzle said...

This is so wonderful. You made poetry out of grief.

avesta said...

My love to you Amy and to Joe, Vic and the rest of the family...I have been thinking about all of you all week.

180|360 said...

brilliant title. otherwise, :(

Jen Lee said...

I've been thinking of you all week, especially as we got bad news about the health of both of our fathers. Our own hard times are coming.

Thanks for finding the beauty in the sorrow, and pointing them both out as you illumine the path.

maggie, dammit said...

Gorgeous girl.

Sarcomical said...

this is beyond wonderful. sad but sweet.

Peas said...

No doubt grief is like a blanket. Sometimes wrapping around, or falling heavy on your shoulders, other times it covers up your whole face and feels stifling.

It's good to remember he's just as close in the moments with laughter as well.

Momo Fali said...

I am glad you are all together. Family is EVERYTHING.

Erin said...

beautiful poem. So many truths in it.

E... said...

This is lovely. Right after I got home from BlogHer, we got word that my brother in law had passed away very suddenly. I've been reeling ever since. Because he was part of my husband's family, I too, felt a little on the outside of things, like I wasn't as entitled to miss him as much as I was. Anyway, thanks for this. I sat in on your blogging as storytelling panel, and it was one of the very best things about BlogHer for me. So thanks for that, too.


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