Talking with My Daughter about Grief
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- Опубліковано 15 лис 2023
- Poetry by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
Music by Steve Law
Art by Marisa S. White, "Storm Rider"
Video by Tony Jeannette
How do we speak of grief with our children? With our beloveds? Sometimes even the softest words feel too crass. Sometimes, the night allows us to be together in wordless times in deeply intimate ways. This poem, "Talking with My Daughter About Grief," was written after my son died in 2021. It's part of DARK PRAISE, a spoken-word album on endarkenment--exploring the ways the dark nourishes us.
Talking with My Daughter about Grief
We lie in the dark
and speak about anything
but what I ache to speak about.
Some part of me longs
to find the words like search lights
that will help us find
what we don’t yet know
we are looking for.
Or a black light
that might help us see
what is valuable right here,
but invisible to our ordinary eyes.
I try to infuse my words
with candlelight, but somehow
even this feels too brash,
too aggressive, and so
we lie in the dark
and I let the moon
do all the talking.
Oh, waning crescent,
you know when to shine,
when to simply be held
by the dark.
--Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
beautiful
Heartfelt, poignant, beautiful. Sending strength to you and your daughter.
than you, Lara, thank you
your work always speaks to me... this one speaks for me
oh sweet emma, sister mama, I am beaming love to you
Such incredibly beautiful images!! I am sure this was not an easy poem to say, write!! Ohhh! let the moon do all the talking..... Heartfelt thoughts go with you... j
oh how I remember that night
Hugs to you and the memory my friend!@@rosemerryt j