aprilmarina

A Child on the Shore.

(Forgive my formatting)

Wind, wind, give me back my feather

Sea, sea, give me back my ring.

Death, death, give me back my mother. So she can hear me sing.

Song, song, go and tell my daughter

Tell her that I wear the ring.

Say I fly upon the feather fallen from a falcon’s wing.

(So simple, so powerful. I was my mother’s caregiver in hospice. Life changing).

I experienced complex grief 3 years ago, and the only thing to help was a short, simple poem by Ursula Le Guin. I ended up memorizing it and found it to be healing in an inexplicable way. Is this a similar effect?

I shared it in response to another comment, hope you find it.

A true wordsmith

Thank you