Oh India...tears are flowing freely with the emotion and wondering of your poem. Be well.
Lovely words India, my father died a couple of years ago, my thoughts are with you.
Your words silence me to tears for you.
India you are touching me with your words and silence .
I know about that. xo
oh, my dear.
I know that one too! I cried on a plane going to my mother's funeral - beautiful - thank you for bringing back that memory
an in memoriam to be proud ofwish you and yours lots of strength and lovely memorieslove
A beautiful poem. You always find the right words,Claudia
"There is a door. It opens. Then it is closed. But a slip of light stays, like a scrap of unreadable paper left on the floor, or the one red leaf the snow releases in March." Jane HirshfieldYou will always have that light in your memories of your father.donna
Loss and death, a transition unknown for those left behind. And it never transitions away somehow. May it all pass softy for you.