Over the weekend there was a phone call.
Friend long forgotten remembering me
Stirred up a past put to rest, so I thought.
It was lovely to dwell there again.
She spoke of a man once mentor to us
Truly important to who I’ve become
Now dead these past three years.
I knew that – did not consider more grieving to come.
She asked if I had heard of his book
Personal journal published after his death.
Not being aware I bought it forthwith
It came in the mail today.
Suddenly grief put her arms around me.
Book’s paper and words transformed into a koan
Moaned from my heart washed by tears
Cleared my eyes to look deeply into myself.
The young woman I had been grew year by year
Foundation was laid early on.
Now I sing praises of happy thanksgiving
That in the end she has become me.
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There may be grief, but also comfort in new words to be discovered, I hope.
Yes, there will be new words. I was just shocked at my emotional response to seeing the book and being overcome with feelings. I had forgotten how big an impact my mentor had on my life almost forty years ago. I look back and see the roots of the out-of-the -box place where I’ve ended up. Thanks for caring. It is a good grief.
A beautifully written poem and ode to the beauty of life. It was lovely to dwell there again with you…
Thanks for your comment. I’m happy you felt what I was saying.
Sweet sorrow of days gone by! In the end, I too believe, we do become our best selves.
Thanks. I like your observation.
Aw, precious. Death brings life and life brings us full circle.
Hug,
Diana
Yes. Thanks Diana.
grief is truly a strange thing that comes on in different ways and at unexpected times
Thanks for your thoughtful comment.
It is interesting how things can just hit us when something small happens, it reminds us, memories flood back!
Yes. That always surprises me. I like your comment.