Love and grief

I wear my grief on my sleeve likeA badge on a soccer uniformI hope that the love is a secondPatch also obvious, also on mySleeve. Love and grief commingle,Intertwined, intermingled, linkedIn tears and smiles, in the joy ofHaving you still with me. I see theGlimmers of who you always were.I mourn losing all the rest.Continue reading “Love and grief”

Equivocal grief

I have been doing my shareOf grieving lately. I say shareAs if it were an apportionedAmount. A pinch of salt, dashOf cardamon. Measure yourGrief in a beaker, a basket, byThe pound or a bushel. I doNot even know what a bushelIs. There’s the song, “I love youA bushel and a peck,” it adds”A hug aroundContinue reading “Equivocal grief”

Poems of time and remembrance

He told me all his stories, so         That when this day came, I’d Be the one who remembered. Love song: if I remember you Is it lost if we mourn it Mourning When he lost the wisdom of his age What feels like the loss That he’s broken and breaking [Like] Lear on the moorContinue reading “Poems of time and remembrance”

Identity isn’t just for politics

This morning, I realized that the name of my poetry blog has a correlation with our journey with dementia. Burt has a regular delusion [mostly in early morning or at evening into night](pardon the digression). I am one of several wives, his Capgras syndrome tells me. Often, I am not sure which one he isContinue reading “Identity isn’t just for politics”

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