her ritual

they need balloons
in heaven
she says

& every year

on her mother’s birthday

she buys a dozen
red ones
& looses their ribbons
all at once

watching
until sky
swallows all that

redness
she calls remembering

& I call love

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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22 Responses to her ritual

  1. Acts of love so beautifully described!

  2. Rhonda says:

    Beautiful

  3. George Ellington says:

    So very sweet, so touching. Thank you for sharing this, Susan.

  4. Pawan Hira says:

    It is beautiful, Susan. It connects universally, touching indeed. :)

  5. Green Speck says:

    Really beautiful lines … loved it :-)

  6. redness pounds, it beats within ME as I read this.
    amazing, this language of yours!

  7. nelle says:

    Long day ends with a smile. :-)

  8. This a gentle and touching. And for some reasons makes me think of a French film with its quiet, poignant gestures.

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