Wednesday, July 1, 2009

The Awful Month of June

On June 10 my father died. I watched him die. He was at home. I was with him. This is a simplistic, monotonous blog post. It is how I feel. Numb. Alone. Free. There will be evevn more poems about my daddy. He was the rhythm of my life.
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  1. A Brush with ColorApril 1, 2010 at 9:15 AM

    Somehow just discovered your blog today, and I'm so very sorry to hear your sad news. My condolences to you. My own dad just had open heart surgery at 85, and I've been feeling angst worrying about him. Your poetry is wonderful. Keep writing--I do believe art heals.

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