Tag: #death
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When I am gone
Don’t judge my life by the poems I wroteThey are like the waning moon-Phases that pass, Like seasons that come and go.Like waves that ebb and flowA few teary monsoons, some harsh winterscannot take away the many springs and summersThat warmed me and helped me bloomRemember me by my smile, the way it made my…
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Closure
Is it possible to weep without a tear,a whimper or any other soundand without your breath racing?Is it possible to grieve without fearOf everybody being around with nobody knowing?It happens in the blink of an eyeWhen your picture on the wall I pass byI see you smiling and my heart wails My brain doesn’t fight…
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Published : It takes six months
It’s six months after dad’s passing…a million emotions have gone through me through these trying times. I am grateful to my husband, my girls, and my sister for holding me and helping me through. My poem ‘ Six months’ is published by Rebelle Society. Thoughts, regrets, memories ebb, and flow but the journey continues. A…
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Published : poetry- My home is the river
I am pleased to say that my poem ‘My home is the river’ which I wrote for a prompt in April has been published by the Rebelle Society. The prompt required us to listen to Sufjan Stevens’ latest album, ‘Convocations‘. The album has five parts to it — ‘Meditations’, ‘Lamentations’, ‘Revelations’, ‘Celebrations’ and ‘Incantations’. Sufjan created the album as a tribute to his…