Dad , Mom ,
I lay beside your open grave
and I placed a stone shaped like a heart .
I covered it with the earth and hid it inside.
The stone was smooth and perfect,
but my heart
had a deep scar
that could never heal.
Did you hear me weep?
Did you feel my touch?
I placed shells on the stone
that proudly has your names carved out.
I wanted the shells to warm you,
where you are.
I chose them one by one
on Peanut Island,
where I go to silence my thoughts.
Where I feel whole.
Where I miss you most.
oh...very emotional post...so well written...love the beach at the end where both comfort and longing reside...lovely and a bit sad...ReplyDelete
What a beautiful picture of your heart in poetry. I'm sorry for your loss, Ayala.ReplyDelete
Ayala, this made me all goopy. My mom has bone marrow cancer (multiple myeloma, which just killed Geraldine Ferraro) and the thought of losing her is overwhelming.ReplyDelete
But now you have me thinking. Where will I go to mourn? Will it be a place that gives me peace?
This was beautiful.
beautiful ayala --ReplyDelete
you do their memory proud.
Oh sweet friend! This was so beautifully sad and haunting!ReplyDelete
I'm so sorry for your loss.
You express yourself in a heart breaking-ly lovely way here.
Thank you, Brian. I felt sad when I wrote it...ReplyDelete
Thank you, Caroline.ReplyDelete
Kitch, I am so sorry that your mom is sick. It is so hard to imagine because as much as we imagine the pain is worse. I wish your mom a miracle and I wish you strength. xoxoReplyDelete
Thank you, Sarah :)ReplyDelete
Thank you, Galit. There's not one day that I don't think about them a thousand times.ReplyDelete
This is beautiful.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Belinda.ReplyDelete
Ayala: This made me teary. Your imagery was so real and beautiful and sad.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Rudri. I am sorry for your loss as well.ReplyDelete