Combined Mass

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Combined Mass

by Carmen H Gray

 

Those tears flowed

They were from the eyes

Of a little girl I knew

I saw glimpses of

Incarnations of You

Folded into my arms

What sorrow’s songs are enacting

Heartstring disarms

Revealing a reflection

Molting, transmuting

An old wound demands recollection

In one form or another

Study it, hold it

Protect it like a mother

Or, like the mother who you had to protect

Release, let go

Put it with the other baggage you’ve checked

All of the combined mass

Of a grief held stationary

Set into motion at last

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Loss

“The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster”

-from The Art of Losing by Elizabeth Bishop

“But who shall dare
To measure loss and gain in this wise?
Defeat may be victory in disguise;
The lowest ebb is the turn of the tide.”

-From In The Harbour: Loss and Gain by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Loss

by Carmen H Gray

Thank you for the opportunity

To feel the loss

To remember the acuity

Of the pain across

And within myself

And how it has felt

Heart pushed off of the shelf

Left with a bruise and a welt

All lost things

Are a gain to someone

What it brings

:When the pain is done:

Clarity

And charity

For Joseph

For Joseph, Who Left Too Soon

by Carmen H Gray

Your name means

He shall add

And in such an abbreviated life

You have given meaning

To strangers and family alike

You have amplified our lives

Even those who never knew you

You remind us

We are resolute waves

Merging into one another

With our collective warmth

Holding each other in the ebb and flow

 

 

The Invincible Summer Within

This morning my father helped me view some things a little differently, as he always does (he has a unique way of looking at the world and I love that about him).  To not see the pause in my daughter’s life as a loss or a missing out on things, but as an alternate focus of her combined gifts to rise above what was necessary to overcome and that she will emerge stronger and more powerful than before.

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
― Albert Camus