(This poem is dedicated to Jan)
May your grief be more like the snow that falls at night –
When the wind is calm and the candle light is bright.
May the weight of your tears not pull at your heart –
But cleans of your pain so anew you may start
To laugh, to love, to live, to sing
To find your meaning as the new day will bring –
A calm you will find as you reconcile your past –
So the loss that you feel may soon disappear fast.
The joy that you shared with your family so near –
The love of your children whom she held oh so dear.
A good bowl of soup and a Dubonnet brought great cheer –
Perhaps a ritual that you may enjoy through the year?
A mother who lived with her head held so high
Who knew to not let her life just pass by.
The land and the ocean she held close and would guard –
She knew they were special and held high in regard.
A chair she would cane, and the clothes she would sew –
The plastic re-used and her own veggies she’d grow.
By her family she stood, by her community too –
As her children grew older, her wishes were few.
A life that was simple and honest and real –
To gather together her friends for a meal.
Should we all be content to live life such as this –
May our eyes be wide open – not a moment to miss.
To pioneer and go boldly – to live true to one’s heart –
To dance in the rain and to eat that last butter tart!
As you gather together this Christmas, there will be –
One less person to gather round the tree.
She will still be among you – her spirit you will feel
As you share seafood chowder and drinks with your meal.
You will grow to be closer, let your grief wrap you warm –
And keep you protected and safe from the storm
That may rise within you – it may come in waves –
Let your tears flow in sorrow – of these do not be depraved.
For soon the fog lifts and a new day will dawn –
Although she’s not with you, you will see she’s not gone.
A new presence awakens with each passing tide –
You will soon come to know her again by your side.
She will come in the wind and the snow and the rain –
She will soothe your troubled mind and help ease your great pain.
Indeed may your grief be like snow in the night –
A gentle blanket that wraps you and holds your memories tight.