he came to her
in a dream,
both limbs

“tell them i’m okay”…

and i look at
his slippers
now on my feet…..
(mother gave
them to me
i left the house,
to hold
a good memory
of him)

i will cleanse them
and in the rising
of the smoke

let him go…


3 thoughts on “father(s)

  1. That sounds like a wonderful way to do things!

    You have no idea how absolutely fantastically special you are, do you?

    Making you even more so…


  2. As the Significant Other has said about losing her mother this year: “It just sucks. There is no ‘after’, because it’s not like there’s going to be a time when she’s not dead. You don’t get over it, you get past it and keep going. It’s not great, but it’s life.” Not sure it’ll fit on a bumper sticker, but it seems to work for her.

    I can’t offer more than that (somehow, having a cat die just doesn’t seem the same), but I do hope you do as well as you can by this.

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