Tangipahoa
July 8, 2007
Bone grit
explodes into
a thousand ripples,
welcoming home
her borrowed
physicality.
wrestling with congruency
Bone grit
explodes into
a thousand ripples,
welcoming home
her borrowed
physicality.
Posted in birth, death, existence, family, New Orleans, Poetry | 4 Comments »
Tags: Louisiana
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July 10, 2007 at 5:58 am
Hi qazse,
I don’t which of your loved ones you write of, but this is very much how my brothers and I said our final goodbyes to our mother, at the wild mouth of Deep Creek where it meets the Bulkley River in northern BC.
It was the best way we knew how.
Wonderful painting!
Regards
July 12, 2007 at 11:24 am
and regards to you fencer,
This poem is about my sister-in-law who passed from this life in April of 1990 at the age of 34 due to complications from amyloidosis. She lived in Hammond Louisiana.
Thank you for sharing your experience. It is always hard to say goodbye but it seemed to me that the natural setting gave more closure than walking away from a manufactured casket sitting above a hole in an artificial place.
July 14, 2007 at 8:06 am
i had to look amyloidosis up to see what it was. it sounds like a very difficult one to diagnoise; and she was much younger then most to be diagnoised with it.
blessings to you and your family
July 16, 2007 at 4:08 pm
thank you