For months, she went daily to sit by the river and watch the water gurgle past. It was comforting and seemed to calm her grief so she could get through the rest of the day. One day a bird sat on the dry tip of a rock. She felt the bird make eye contact, tilting its head to look directly at her. A sensation that this bird was a messenger from her mother flooded her. She watched the bird, mistrusting her own feelings, until a sense of peace seemed infused within her heart. Just then, the bird flew away. The peace remained.
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A river of emotion flooded my psyche as I saw the tiny white coffin that held the physical body of my dead grand daughter. She hadn’t even lived a year and yet, she had been a precious angel on Earth. I remembered her smile and those precious little teeth that showed when she beamed like a ray of sun.
Dance on water, sunlight
like bright shadows of fairy feet
turned loose on morning’s river
Sing on air, willow
like long loose notes
that float in wind’s caress
Paint the earth, spring
with your green-lit brush
swirl colors in a mad dance
While out walking
I
sit here
without you
alone but for
the splash and gurgle
of our shiny river.
Above me the mountain waits
snow tipped, and bubbling clouds as when
we first met, thinking it was the love,
that sings as birds greeting the morning sun.
But you only wanted rest, to gather strength for another’s song.