I’m sharing a very special poem with this community tonight…a poem that was dedicated to me by one of our very own. I hope she won’t be upset by this, but Mo…I want everyone to read this because it is so beautiful and I feel so honored that you would have thought of me in the writing.
What It’s Like
The feelings of loss come at the sight of his old empty shoes
Mail without his name Christmas cards addressed only to you
The feelings of loss come with the sound you hesitate to erase from your answering machine
the voice of the friend who’s never heard he died
the last words that fail to stop that ringing in your ears
The feelings of loss come because the dog gives up waiting
seasons cycle through again flowers start up once more
The feelings of loss come because emptiness has a way of sticking around
You have to tend feelings–and loss–carefully
You box with shadows
You fill in space
You leave lights on
(Writtten by Maureen Doallas)
Wishing everyone a good weekend.