There is no roadmap through grief. I find peace through writing after the recent passing of my father. Here are two poems…
ON THE DAY MY FATHER DIED
I heard the earth sigh
Above the splash of tears
His spirit slipped away quietly
It’s shell worn from years of living
It was lifted by the cadence of prayer
Then finally free
He ascended
Into the arms of angels
And as we mourned him by his bedside
The heavens welcomed his spirit
Unencumbered by flesh
Finding peace among the stars
Forever in our hearts.
THE GRIEF WASHED OVER ME
Like a strong wave of the sea
My face hit bottom
My cheek scraping the coarse sand
I stood up and was knocked down
Over and over again
Until I released to the ocean’s power
And washed up spent upon the shore.
By Alanna Pass 