Rosemary J. Gwaltney
northern mountains, Idaho
What a hauntingly poignant poem! So much sadness, and so much truth. I see myself in this old lady someday, too. You paint such a vivid picture of a very real grief, and a very real part of life. And you do it in beautiful, tender style. I like the dreamy bits of repetition that remind me of lullaybes, ("as she rocks, she hums", and "She can again feel for a moment. She can again dream for a moment") that make me almost see and feel the movement of her rocking chair; and feel the depth of her sorrow and memories. Welcome to Passions!
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The spiritual wind that holds survivors aloft, plants the seeds from which bloom new hope ... R.J.G.