A box marked "fragile"
holds shining memories wrapped
in crumpled paper.
She lights up like a
firefly whenever you're
around, George Bailey.
Once a year. Each year.
They emerge, sparkling,
to be packed away.
The delicate glass,
like breath on a windowpane,
glitters and is gone.
This year, glass soldiers
wait, tissue-wrapped with angels,
in muffled darkness.
I hear your silence
echoing through the carols
louder than church bells.
If the glass shatters,
but [...]
Posts under ‘grief’
Haikus for Christmas Long Ago and Far Away
The Man in the Mirror
I roll my eyes as a cluster of neon clad girls buzz, "The way the sidewalk lights up as he walks is so cool! I love that song." Michael Jackson and that stupid Billie Jean video. Cool? Whatever. He's so overrated. I mean, if you wanted to talk about enduring cool, who could [...]
Recovery is Sexy
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Eternal ☼ Sunshine on Flickr
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It was raining the night I first kissed my husband. The wind was hissing and howling through the bare branches of the trees, rattling the last of the dead leaves still clinging to their posts. Before we kissed, we twined our hands together [...]
Let God What?
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Will Foster on Flickr
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I've been giving a lot of thought recently to the 12 Step saying: "Let go and let God." I was talking to a (non-program) friend about those words a few weeks ago and she asked, "What does that mean? Let go and let God? [...]
Can’t Deal
Rough, rough, rough day yesterday. Had one kid home sick and a family pet passed away. I cried and screamed more than I have about anything in years (and that's saying something). I didn't eat all day, hadn't slept enough (between sick kids and pets), didn't have any adult contact and every little thing set [...]
Confessions of a Bad Mother
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Jill Greenseth on Flickr
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I have a secret. I have been grieving over my children since, at times, before they were even born. Now that's not the way it's supposed to be, is it? I'm a mama, and mamas are supposed to be joy and love and [...]
