Forest green pines
Pale blue spruce
white, white snow shadows bruised from winters tussles
Oak leaves, stubbornly refusing to let go;
Clinging like a shriveled cluster of dried raisins
Green, green moss on textured trees
Branches reaching up and out, each finger clearly seen
Under all of this you lie
Quiet now in true repose
I cannot bear to think of you here…gone by now, flesh to dust
So, I think of your dress
Sky blue periwinkle with a big, big swirly skirt
(I know you couldn’t ever twirl, but I love to imagine you so)
I made this dress
My fingers cut, sewed, nipped, and tucked
ironed wrinkles so they lay perfectly smooth around you
– – – – – – –
Life scampers all about, squirrels racing up trees
Fresh snow falling gently
like fresh linen sheets
I sit in my warm car and think of you.
You were part of me, yet never part
Always your own self, on your own quest
I suppose I long to lay claim to you, take credit for your existence
Justify my need to keep part of you alive through me…
but this cannot be.
But I have memories, and momentary hiccups
where I feel your fingers touch some unseen place
at its source
The above poem was written by today’s guest, Kathleen. Although Kathleen was told her daughter, Emily, would not live past the age of two, Emily defied the odds and lived 15 wonderful years. In the years since Emily’s death, Kathleen has found that writing poetry has been a way for her to work through her grief and still feel close to Emily. These beautiful poems give her a sense of peace and have helped others learn a little bit about the journey of grieving the loss of a child.
Now, Kathleen has completed her book of poetry which she has titled, “Loving Emily’ and is looking for a publisher. Hopefully, she can find one who will help get her beautiful poems to the public where they can help other grieving people in their healing as well. Today, we talk about Emily, their family’s 15 year story and Kathleen’s process of healing over the past several years. Throughout the episode, she recites many of her poems, poems of a mother’s love and loss.