A succint vision of grief´s long sojourn in the soul, keenly captured as casualties in the midst of war, making this poem of personal loss a holon of a greater canvas in the historical moment we live in. The form of 1-8-1 is stark and seeks only to reveal time in its emotional depth, bringing this panorama of hours and days into our own lives as an implacable index. This moved me deeply, Jan.
Dear Jan, this is a wonderful meditation. I read it the same way Amy did, the first time through. In my own experience, I found the days in mourning would trudge on, like the marking of days on a calendar. You want them to stop, for business as usual seems so very hard, as if all life should know of a grief observed.
...jan...it does get better and once again you will dance...though it may not seem so now. everyone goes through grief and sorrow differently....if you could just surround yourself with people who could tell stories...wonderful stories...about your loved one, your mother, it helps.
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Here is a bouquet of Baby's Tears and Forget-Me-Not.