Monday, March 19, 2012

Poem: February

February 

Season of grief, it seemed.
First dad, his fire extinguished
By the fire in his glass
Every night for decades,
His great heart smothered
By his own cold ashes. 

Mom followed.
For years she found refuge
In fiery migraines,
Yielding near the end
To the heat of mini-strokes
And dementia, asking,
“Have you seen your father lately?”
Years after his passing. 

Then a gift to balance grief with joy.
A granddaughter born to loving parents,
Their life’s flame alive in her tiny heart,
Fed by the warm love of many. 

Season of grief, season of joy,
Love the fuel that fires our hearts
Through it all.

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