12th day of NaPoWriMO…
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There is space for this sadness
That gets no slow brew
In the rumble call of death
Not sudden in the feel of sudden
In the weight of the wait of it.
What to do slips the heart
around on the icy chill of
this death watch calling
In the tic tic of a body
ready to lay rest to this life
May the highest good open
the heaven’s pearly gates
for his want of a life well lived
into the cherished illumination
of her arms waiting him
I rock in the arms of my grief
Still, coming slow to it waiting
In the continuum we all meet
when this body gives back
The Earth and the Heavens
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 
This poem is a gift for all who experience the loss of one who helped to shape us. In your time of saying goodbye, know you are surrounded by those who care deeply about you, and who honor one who has so deeply touched your life. Your poetry delicately touches raw places and shines light, providing comfort and hope as well.
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thanks dear one.
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Hiya! You’ve been nominated for the Liebster Award! Check out this link for all the info:
http://salsachica.wordpress.com/2013/04/15/the-liebster-award/
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Beautiful piece. Hugs.
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