Reading the poem, three times, made me cry; it felt so close to home. My husband and I were always pointing out the beauty that we were seeing, often quietly with gestures, or bringing back photos. He died suddenly one month ago today. Here is part of a poem I wrote 3 days after he died after my morning walk along the sea cliff:
Reading the poem, three times, made me cry; it felt so close to home. My husband and I were always pointing out the beauty that we were seeing, often quietly with gestures, or bringing back photos. He died suddenly one month ago today. Here is part of a poem I wrote 3 days after he died after my morning walk along the sea cliff:
Look, Dana, the waves are getting higher as winter approaches
The geese are flying
The monarchs are coming back to Lighthouse Field
Look, Dana, an otter is slapping the water in the sparkling sunlight of morning.
So very sorry to read of this heartbreaking loss, Michele. That is an exquisite poem. Reminds me of Mary Oliver - yet uniquely YOU. I think Dana can hear you. I hope you don't mind me saying so.
Your poem is beautiful Michele. I hope you never tire of finding the wonders of our daily lives that you point out to others. Somehow I believe your dear husband and all those who have gone before feel your wonder and attention to these little details and that they make the world a better place, a more beautiful and loving place, because you did this. Thank you for sharing.
Reading the poem, three times, made me cry; it felt so close to home. My husband and I were always pointing out the beauty that we were seeing, often quietly with gestures, or bringing back photos. He died suddenly one month ago today. Here is part of a poem I wrote 3 days after he died after my morning walk along the sea cliff:
Look, Dana, the waves are getting higher as winter approaches
The geese are flying
The monarchs are coming back to Lighthouse Field
Look, Dana, an otter is slapping the water in the sparkling sunlight of morning.
But you can't hear me. Can you hear me?
So very sorry to read of this heartbreaking loss, Michele. That is an exquisite poem. Reminds me of Mary Oliver - yet uniquely YOU. I think Dana can hear you. I hope you don't mind me saying so.
Your poem is beautiful Michele. I hope you never tire of finding the wonders of our daily lives that you point out to others. Somehow I believe your dear husband and all those who have gone before feel your wonder and attention to these little details and that they make the world a better place, a more beautiful and loving place, because you did this. Thank you for sharing.