Shawn L. Bird

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poem- cuts October 24, 2020

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:39 am

Cheque at the lawyer’s

New occupants.

One more slice of the past snipped.

My parents’ gone

now their last house, too.


4 Responses to “poem- cuts”

  1. Jnana Hodson Says:

    So tight, encompassing so much, snap, snap! Plus an echo.

  2. Jim Stewart Says:

    The process marches on.

  3. magicpoet01 Says:

    Feel so sad for you.
    My experiences suggest grief ebbs out slowly on a winter tide.
    With each step we take on the journey, little stones are left behind.
    Eventually, you reach the final knots of love.
    Then, it settles, but never retreats again.
    Those knots will tie you to them, and be your anchor point forever.
    They will be there, I promise you.

    • Yesterday was my dad’s 106th birthday, so that was a melancholy day. I discovered I had no energy for any projects whatsoever. Zippo. Spent most of the day cuddled up with a poodle reading.

      He’s been gone 5 years. This was probably the roughest birthday for me since he died, as it’s a compound on all the estate things related to Mom’s death.

      Good days and bad days. Just accepting limitations and acknowledging that it’s okay to make place for grief.

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