The
sky is full of women.
They
whisper in my dreams,
cooking
pancakes,
laughing
at someone
just
out of view.
The
sky is full of women.
Motherless,
I catch
the
scent of honeysuckle
and
cabbage.
The
sky is full of women,
and
you are weeping
as
the one you love
joins
the ancient chorus.
The
sky is full of women,
but
I am earthbound,
holding
your hand,
watching
for angels in the clouds.
June is a hard month in the Bug household. Last week was my mom's birthday, and this past weekend marked the one year anniversary of the loss of Dr. M's mom. As I considered my feelings on the subject, I remembered the message my cousin Kim the Hospice Chaplain gave us at my grandmother's funeral some years ago: She has joined a great cloud of witnesses.
I have always loved all the clouds. Your poem was beautiful...
ReplyDeleteThere is something very spiritual about clouds.
ReplyDeleteJune 20 is when we lost Frank's mother, too. She saw Jesus and then her husband. Sometimes, from the corner of my eye, I see her. They are with us still, Bug. I firmly believe that -- with us and with God -- a mystery but true.
ReplyDeleteHugs to you and the doc.
So beautiful, Bug. I thought of my own mother gone far too soon. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful thoughts and photographs.
ReplyDeletewoww I really, really liked that one. It's very simple but packed quite a punch.
ReplyDeleteI hope you get through June unscathed :( It's been the longest month in living memory.
The title draws readers in right away. It's a great theme for a poem. I've never read anything like it; it has almost a Native American feel to it in its cadence and movement.
ReplyDeleteTake care of each other as June wanes, even as your grief does not. I understand so well what June brings for you both.
As Stephen said, there IS something about clouds...
ReplyDelete... great poem, as always!
So lovely. And perfect. I'm coming up on the one year anniversary of my own Mom's death, and it's quite an interesting experience. I'm not feeling anything I thought I'd feel. I have a little seed of a post planted, but I'm not sure it will come to fruition for this year. That's alright. There's always next.
ReplyDeletePoignant and evocative. Excellent, Dana.
ReplyDeleteClouds have so many messages. Here's a link to one of my favorite pieces in my friend's blog. She lost her 12 year old son in the flooding we had last year.
http://aninchofgray.blogspot.com/2012/03/oh-my.html
Lovely, meaningful poem.
ReplyDeleteI've always loved clouds and we've had some amazing cloud days lately! Lovely poems and sentiments, too!
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