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Mothers' Day, Once
Apr. 9th, 2016 07:16 pmThought I'd pop in and share. A poem that I was told would be published has finally hit the aether. It was published as part of a project to gather poetry about motherhood - both the good, the bad, and the ugly. It was put together by Sage Hill Press and the project is titled All We Can Hold.
If you want to read my poem, follow the below link. If you go today it will be the first one. If you go and it's past 4/11/16 just do a Find for "The Silence" (which is the title). It was something that came out of me when I was in a deep, dark well of pain. The only thing that I had to struggle to remember (the events are from 1995) was the shape of a blanket. It was the kind that you'd fold into a triangle before using it to swaddle a young infant.
Please be aware that this was a traumatic experience for me and it may stir up FEELS. Thank you for witnessing; don't be afraid to comment. It happened long ago and far away and I've peeled back all the layers to understand and work through the associated grief.
The Silence
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If you want to read my poem, follow the below link. If you go today it will be the first one. If you go and it's past 4/11/16 just do a Find for "The Silence" (which is the title). It was something that came out of me when I was in a deep, dark well of pain. The only thing that I had to struggle to remember (the events are from 1995) was the shape of a blanket. It was the kind that you'd fold into a triangle before using it to swaddle a young infant.
Please be aware that this was a traumatic experience for me and it may stir up FEELS. Thank you for witnessing; don't be afraid to comment. It happened long ago and far away and I've peeled back all the layers to understand and work through the associated grief.
The Silence
( . )
