I believe our loved parents do live on and visit us often in dreams and waking both. Now that I have grown old I dream of them more often and convinced they watch over and protect me still
I agree Michael, and in the several years since my parents’ death I find myself talking to them every now and then, sometimes out loud. However, there were definitely weeks and months of feeling bereft in the immediate aftermath of their bodily departure. It takes time and wisdom to begin glimpsing the gifts that lie hidden in loss and grief.
I believe our loved parents do live on and visit us often in dreams and waking both. Now that I have grown old I dream of them more often and convinced they watch over and protect me still
I agree Michael, and in the several years since my parents’ death I find myself talking to them every now and then, sometimes out loud. However, there were definitely weeks and months of feeling bereft in the immediate aftermath of their bodily departure. It takes time and wisdom to begin glimpsing the gifts that lie hidden in loss and grief.
This is such a wonderful piece that lands heavily on the heart. Thank you. It has given me much to think about.
Gentle grief poem.
Small acts of moral beauty.
Stubborn spring signs here.
Thank you Marisol for this lovely poetic response. 🍃