Saturday 14 September 2013

night flight to lost angeles



12 comments:

  1. Oh India...tears are flowing freely with the emotion and wondering of your poem. Be well.

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  2. Lovely words India, my father died a couple of years ago, my thoughts are with you.

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  3. Your words silence me to tears for you.

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  4. India you are touching me with your words and silence .

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  5. I know that one too! I cried on a plane going to my mother's funeral - beautiful - thank you for bringing back that memory

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  6. an in memoriam to be proud of

    wish you and yours lots of strength and lovely memories

    love

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  7. A beautiful poem. You always find the right words,
    Claudia

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  8. "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 Hirshfield
    You will always have that light in your memories of your father.
    donna

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  9. Loss and death, a transition unknown for those left behind. And it never transitions away somehow.
    May it all pass softy for you.

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