In the Aftermath of Grief

Posted by: on Apr 16, 2012 | 2 Comments

for Reema (4.16.2007)

I remember your face

as it was the day before the April snows.

We danced together,

swirling skirts and twirling feet.

 

I see you

on the train, turning your head

hair swinging out across

my vision as if you

stood feet from me.

I could reach out, touch your hand,

lean in, ask if you remember

our routine and say,

“It’s good to see you. It’s been too long.”

 

But fall is ending and the damp cold reminds me

Death is permanent.

2 Comments

  1. Mom
    April 16, 2012

    Hali, this is a beautiful, moving poem. I love it, and I admire your way with simplicity. I am so often reminded of what Verandah Porche used to say that hurting made writing. “Aint ya gonna miss your broken heart?” I love you and I’m very proud of my poet child.

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  2. bevin
    April 18, 2012

    Just beautiful, Hali. Really touching

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