Jay, I always think of you when I work on something for Patrick. I’ve never forgotten how you wrote about your brother, nor the intuitive and hard-felt understanding you brought to my words, what we each shared and neither, of course, ever expected or wanted. Marking the birth day normally would be cause for celebration. Patrick died less than two months after turning 59. Too soon. I know you know.
The grief and sorrow of loss are always "there," no matter the number of years that go by. I send you and your friend my sympathies, Nami. May peace be with you.
This is so beautiful, Maureen. The images, the movement of the poem—I feel like I’m right there.
Thank you so much for your generous words, LeeAnn.
Grief is visceral, isn't it? So much in this poem moves me, especially the image of your poem and the photo placed in the pocket of his suit.
Thank you, Deborah.
Thank you so much for sharing this beautiful poem.
Thank you for reading and commenting.
Ah, Maureen, I'm startled to see this as I'm preparing my own. It feels wrong to pick out lines, breaks, or couplets -- except, "not to go yet."
Jay, I always think of you when I work on something for Patrick. I’ve never forgotten how you wrote about your brother, nor the intuitive and hard-felt understanding you brought to my words, what we each shared and neither, of course, ever expected or wanted. Marking the birth day normally would be cause for celebration. Patrick died less than two months after turning 59. Too soon. I know you know.
And I of you and Patrick, Maureen, as I have this week during the difficult writing I’m doing. We will always carry them in us.
At 78 I feel this. Thank you for sharing your grief.
Thank you, John. I appreciate your comment very much. I hope you and your family are well, and that you are continuing to write.
Lovely couplets for your dear loved one, Maureen. As we know, grief has no timetable.
Thank you, Mary.
A beautiful, moving tribute, Maureen...the grief stays and stays....sending lots of love.
Beautiful, Maureen. I remember the other poems you've written about / to your brother.
Thank you, Peggy.
Heartfelt!
heart.
This is relatable because at the moment i am suffering from some borrowed grief, my best friend's mom passed away. And we are navigating a new normal.
The grief and sorrow of loss are always "there," no matter the number of years that go by. I send you and your friend my sympathies, Nami. May peace be with you.