For the rest of her life

“The deeper that sorrow carves into your being,

the more joy you can contain.”

~ Khalil Gibran

For the rest of her life


The rich soil

A gaping wound

In anticipation

This greedy predator

Hungers for its prey


The tiny pine offering

A simple shroud

A sack of earth her pillow

Static voices – rat-a-tat-tat – rat-a-tat-tat

Nothing of comfort here


A spring planting

Where only grief

Takes root

Pain is now

My shadow


A branch


Unable to survive


The tree hollowed


What mother leaves

A daughter alone

In the unforgiving earth

Returns to Brooklyn

And fondles tiny white shoes


Come winter

I daven

The wound engulfs me

And the child

Who lie in the snow




About Léa

A wanderer who has found home and herself in the South of France.
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2 Responses to For the rest of her life

    • leamuse says:

      You are right Cindy. But as you know, writing about it can be cathartic and every time I put something like that on a post, I hear from someone it speaks to. That feels good.

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