This prose piece (not sure if its a poem) is quite long but it was an early attempt to express and come to terms wih the death of my father 5 years ago. Today Ive been gardening in memory of my Dad who always found his peace there.
In the littered landscape
All around us
Are the shards of grief
And memories
Of people lost to us
These shards are
The hardened tear drops
That were never shed
May they be shed now
Grief is there in the echoes
Distant memories and intimations
That whisper to me
At this time of year
The midnight drive to the hospital
To the bed where you lay
In a semi coma
After the drugs they gave you to calm you down
Obliterated waking consciousness
It was exactly as you said it would be, Dad
“Its not me I’m worried about,
They will give me something to knock me out”
You were often presentient in that way
Powerless beside your bed we hover
While speaking words of love
I hold your hand
Just as you did with my sister, Jude
Four years before
As she lay in a coma
Following the bleed in her…
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Emerging From The Dark Night 
I am so sorry for your loss. This was a very powerful piece.
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It was a very long time ago but I only really started to grieve it many years later. Thanks so much for reading through snd your lovely comment. 💖
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This is so beautiful. My Dad also finds peace in the Garden. I am glad that you can share that with yours, which is what I believe you are doing in being there and thinking of him, strong in your heart. Love to you, my friend!
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That means so much. Dad would come home at 5 pm and say a brief hello he would walk up the hallway get changed put his wallet in the bedroom cupboard and go out into the garden. He carried his secrets inside. Never the less I feel him in the garden…he was a triple earth sign too. Much love in return.
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My Dad is a taurus and I am a triple taurus!
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Aww i can feel that
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