11.30.2011

Poem : The Return.


I'm returning to days now - 

Monday

Tuesday 

Wednesday…

A natural order of things. 

I think in grief, to return to simplicity is the only way to seek restoration, to find healing, to cope, to comfort one another. 


The sound of your loved one's steady breath, 


a clock as it flicks mutely in the dark, 


a bed that is our own.


4 comments:

Brynna Lynea King said...

I love your poems.

Joe Bunting said...

This is wonderful. So subtle but full of deep emotion.

Bethany Suckrow said...

Thanks, Brynna!

Bethany Suckrow said...

Thank you, Joe. Your input means a lot. :)

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