A poem. She reveled in the bumps on the runs, the burn of snowagainst her wrists. Each time I saw her fall, cheeks glowing in the wind, she lifted the whitewashed cap from her eyes, grinning at the spectacle of scattered skis and poles as I crisscrossed the hill, gathering the gear.
This poem moved me so deeply I had to subscribe just to tell you, and I want to read more of your heart and deep soul words. It's not even the heartrending loss you describe, which shakes me, but that someone would love another so much to recognize that, to see that loss. I don't know why, but I want to cry, not just in grief, but in gratitude. Sometimes when you've been abused, you forget that others can see and they care. This poem is such a gift to that. With all my heart, thank you.
This poem moved me so deeply I had to subscribe just to tell you, and I want to read more of your heart and deep soul words. It's not even the heartrending loss you describe, which shakes me, but that someone would love another so much to recognize that, to see that loss. I don't know why, but I want to cry, not just in grief, but in gratitude. Sometimes when you've been abused, you forget that others can see and they care. This poem is such a gift to that. With all my heart, thank you.
Thank you, Demian! It means so much to know when our art resonates in the heart of another.
Wow - I didn’t see that last stanza coming the first time. Well done!
Thank you, Tara!
Josh, i had to read this multiple times. very good.
Thank you, Jeremy!