memory

For My Father

~ Mimi Ray ~ 2 Comments

This poem is dedicated to you, Dad.

It reminds me of the day you died – a day, and a time since, that I have pondered often these 17 years.  A day I’ll continue to recall, along with many other days – significant and seemingly insignificant – that were your gifts to me.

After Years  – by Ted Kooser

Today, from a distance, I saw you
walking away, and without a sound
the glittering face of a glacier
slid into the sea. An ancient oak
fell in the Cumberlands, holding only
a handful of leaves, and an old woman
scattering corn to her chickens looked up
for an instant. At the other side
of the galaxy, a star thirty-five times
the size of our own sun exploded
and vanished, leaving a small green spot
on the astronomer’s retina
as he stood in the great open dome
of my heart with no one to tell.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Dad and Kissie

Poetic Consolation

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Mitza’s Hands

Look at the hands 
of the dying
to see the truth
about our dive
through the wave of time.

Look at the hands
of the dying
to break the shell
of your heart open
and feel beauty flow.

With a blindfold over her eyes
she begins to see everything.
With a cloth in her mouth
she speaks with the infinite.

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Mitza’s Hands was written by Kevin Lawler, poet and friend. You can read more of Kevin’s wonderfully evocative poetry on his blog, Winding Road.

When nothing else can comfort me, I often turn to poetry. Only to it, and music, do the stubborn vestiges of my intellect completely succumb, and then, I can sometimes find a knowing and quiet solace.