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the memory of you

i only saw you for a moment…
pink perfection, but you had
already gone. how can you
miss someone you’ve never
met? sometimes i wonder
who you might have become,
who i might be today had
my body not failed you.

there was no funeral,
no heartfelt epitaphs…
no records or witnesses
that you ever were, except
for me, who once carried
you deep inside, the child
i never held but can’t
forget, especially when
the memory of you
interrupts my busyness
and touches my heart.

kat ~ 12 October 2015

It’s a loss no one talks about. Grieving is considered an indulgence. Well-meaning souls will try to console you by reminding you how blessed you are to have other children, or if you don’t, they’ll assuredly mention that it was all part of some divine plan, or for the best…nature’s way of protecting you from a less than perfect child…of course none of these things are of any comfort when a mother miscarries.

I lost my child some 33 years ago in October. It wasn’t until this most recent nudge that I remembered that it was in October. We try to get on with life…to count our blessings, but we never forget. The void of tonight’s new moon simply reminds me that I’m not meant to forget. And that it’s okay to remember and to grieve.

(This poem was featured on Women’s Spiritual Poetry Blogspot on October 16th, 2015)


nesting empty

  
her wall is lined with
photographs of happy
smiles and silly faces,
destination postcard
vistas, wet-nosed flapping
puppy tongues and toothless
gummy grins. a monument
of moments captured by a
shutter snap, of life full-
lived but fleeting, scattered
now upon the wind.
at times she can imagine
pitter-pattered steps and
laughter, memories
fresh, warm as a whisper,
as it brushes past her
ear. the dust has settled
softly on her fading gallery,
her chicks have flown
the nest to make their
own sweet memories.

kat 2015


Considering Merton…(a few thoughts of my own)

merton

Each moment drops a seed of life
Into the depths, past heart
and sinew to my soul…
from bitter root to fragrant flower
a garden there that bends
and groans and stretches forth
from dark to light and light to dust
with bushels full of green and lush
and memories to hold.

kat ~ updated August 8, 2015


The Story of Us

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Remind me again how
the stars aligned when
you saw me and
I breathed you,
muddling my words
trying to say something
clever…

I must have
been…you know…
impressive
enough ’cause
here you are and here
i am, time
tested, fire-forged, blood,
sweat and hot tears, fit
together like hot dogs
and…for you I’ll say it…
ketchup.

Remind me
though, how you
knew
it was me, for my
heart never tires of
hearing you tell it.

kat August 2015