Tag: grief
member name: Susan Budig
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September 13, 2009 02:55 AM EDT --
Sail Away
I’ve had my ear to the rail forty-six days and counting. Three yards up the line, my sister huddles, waiting, same as me.
Hearing something I jerk my head up, study the horizon. . . .
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December 18, 2009 06:50 PM EST --
We wait, as Christians, for a miracle particularly during this time of Lent. And we wait, as a family, for a miracle for Jaci. I don't know the shape of that event. It might be in a healed body. Or it . . .
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September 09, 2009 02:49 AM EDT --
We wait, as Christians, for a miracle particularly during this time of Lent.
And we wait, as a family, for a miracle for Jaci. I don't know the shape of that event. It might be in a healed body. . . .
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September 25, 2008 01:12 AM EDT --
That's the way it sounds to me
My hand dragging in the water
As you bow her violin in key
We laugh and drink Vichy water
My hand dragging in the water
The contrails in the sky
We laugh . . .
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February 13, 2009 03:32 AM EST --
(This isn't new, forgive me, but it's one that I need to bring along with me as I go forward.)
Flying
Tu ne seras pas oublié. . . .
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April 25, 2009 08:06 PM EDT --
Arlo sings to me right now,
Can you dry every tear...take every hand that death has consumed?
I know Barbary needs a hand
soon she'll have a river of tears
that not even my cupped hands . . .
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May 06, 2009 02:17 AM EDT --
He sat half-cocked by his mother's armoire
as she bustled and hemmed his pants.
His knobby knees nearly betrayed his heart,
they shook if he sat still, so by heart
he recited the Rifleman's . . .
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November 02, 2009 03:41 PM EST --
That was a bright and bitter day The phone rang She called, for the last time, simply to say, "I love you" and nothing more.
It took me a moment to grasp her message the way her breath caught like snowflakes . . .
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October 06, 2008 11:28 AM EDT --
On the scales of life, her burden was a few pounds short, yet ten times more piercing.
She had less than. I had more. Beyond the grasp of gravity, we each had one lifespan. . . .
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April 02, 2009 04:42 PM EDT --
I am learning today
some Arabic words
as I read the Reader's Digest
in the dentist's office, waiting
for my son to have his
teeth examined.
Nadir means lowest point.
The nadir of this . . .
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May 14, 2009 03:08 PM EDT --
He sits half-cocked by his mother's armoire
as she bustles to iron his pants.
His knobby knees betray his heart--
they shake when he sits, so by heart
he recites the Rifleman's Creed, . . .
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August 24, 2009 03:31 PM EDT --
Nothing could stop carcinoma cells from multiplying as they sought to dominate her healthy cells. She lay in her hospice bed, lungs gurgling, oxygen elusive. . . .
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March 31, 2009 01:06 AM EDT --
One of these mornings, she won't awaken
At night, while moon rises and Virgo shines
her whispering breath leaves her forsaken.
Moonlight litters the living room, defines
a fleeting hospice, . . .
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June 05, 2009 05:01 PM EDT --
I didn't follow my prompts exactly. I didn't even remember the time suggestion. I had a poem that I'd written about five years ago, but it never satisfied me. I decided to . . .
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September 08, 2009 01:38 AM EDT --
On the scales of life, her burden was a few pounds short, yet ten times more piercing.
She had less than. I had more. Beyond the grasp of gravity, we . . .
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January 07, 2009 01:05 AM EST --
Minutes before I left for my sister's wake, the mailman delivered a copy of my first published story, carried in The Long Islander News . The article I'd written profiled Cajun band BeauSoleil. . . .
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March 07, 2009 04:54 AM EST --
One of these mornings, she won't wake up
Sometime at night, as stars are shining
The half-moon high, the last drop from her cup
Will slide off her lip, defining
If only for a . . .
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May 11, 2009 02:48 PM EDT --
Waiting on a Bird
I am waiting for my bird to die
My cockatiel so clever
I’ll hide my tears, it’s silly to cry
“It’s only a bird, so say good-bye,”
Well-meaning . . .
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