FYI… THIS is a painful poem.
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I wet her hair, pump the shampoo
“How was your holidays? I say
I say into her clear eyes
Eyes that have something to say
Eyes that have pain and hope
She tells me she lost her husband
She says it wasn’t the worst of it
The shampoo oozes between my shock
Meeting those eyes in her pale
Not the worst of it? NOt the worst of it?
He took his own life in car on country road
Lost for four anguishing day
Dead in his car alone on a country road
A bullet to his head all alone
A note on his chest of his sorry
I wash her hair, sending some tender
In my tremble to her scalp
Her apology for having to tell me
washes down the sink in a froth
I let it whirl away with fresh water
Down the drain
Comforting her apology
I wonder if the conditioner will soften
Something other than her hair
Will my fingertips massage away
Any of her grief and send it down the drain
Will I snip away any of the depression
Will her short new ‘do’ give her some feel good
Will looking in the mirror to her new self
Support her healing her great loss
“I’m sorry.” I say
I say it to her ear as we hug. A quick clench
I say I’m sorry and pray for the grief to fade
Pray for her children’s heartache
Pray for the husband that couldn’t bear living
One more day. One more minute.
In his car on country road with a bullet
A note of great sorrow on his chest
DAILY TAROT AND NUMEROLOGY
19 jan 2012 > 16/7 > Tower/Charioteer
This is a day to consider what you have gotten away from that was once fundamental to you and how you live your life. You may have lost your focus. You may have laid some ground work and then made a jump that pulled you too far away from the reason you laid that foundation in the first place. Also, this can be a day in which you honor the foundation that you laid and the focus you kept to bring you to a celebration of a job well done.
How might you celebrate your stick-to-it-tivenes that brought you a good outcome?
What next step might you take to reach your goal?
Can you dream big and stay true to the fundamentals of your dream?
OhBaby…you touched me here…my God honey…how precious your soul loves and feels.. Blessed and amazed by your compassion J. Cindy.
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To lay hands on the head of one in such grief is a gift. To share it with us, another.
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mmmm. it was intense.
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The use of language and the matter of fact style stood out the most for me. Nice work.
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Thanks Michael..hope life is well for you..
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