A Fifth Season is a place of pause to grieve the death of my first and only child. A season characterized by reflection on the big stuff and the little stuff that this mom encounters as I parent the memory of my child, and my child, in loving return, parents my heart.
She walked
Chose a path
With no past no destination
Stepping grateful for
No sense of place
No thoughts
Nor haunting memories
Or Worried plans
Neither hope nor dread
She walked
Chose a path of mere
The path of mere breath and footsteps sounds so peaceful... so different from the rocky and upredictable journey my feet lead me on each day. Lovely poem, beautiful words.
She walked
I'm not sure it's meant to, but I find this existence sublime-sounding. Pure consciousness.
ReplyDeleteYou have such a divine way of perceiving and expressing.
That is what I want - taking steps with no haunting memories
ReplyDeleteYour poem is beautiful!
The path of mere breath and footsteps sounds so peaceful... so different from the rocky and upredictable journey my feet lead me on each day. Lovely poem, beautiful words.
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