In the garden
With that gentle way you have
You showed me tiny hellebores
Offshoots of the parent plant
And helped me know
How to transplant them
Jasper sat by your side as you scratched his ears
And he looked so happy we were not alone
And then you left
And I felt the darkness again
Echo imprints
Of all the other leavings
That sounded out along the years
Ever since my father left
And I see now
How I chose to be alone
Not knowing what the wound was
That drove me
And I see now
How others tried so hard
And how many times I fought
Only projecting shadows of old
Onto new life
And I cried
But my higher power was there
She held me in the pain
This is not the end she said
Maybe it’s all been for a reason
And perhaps there is a way
To bind back again
Bringing with you
All the knowledge you have gained
From all of the loving
And the leaving
This is heartbreaking and hopeful, both.
Beautiful piece of writing Deb.
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Thank you SO MUCH for always getting the unspoken feeling woven beneath my words, Marc ((–))
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Peace to you my friend.
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And you 😊
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