Tag Archives: loss

falling (for NPS)

Posted on September 26, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

you burned your wedding dress, but you stayed to braid your fingers through his, until the pain stopped and now you are unknotting, yielding & opening to air in the slow float parachutes know if only for a moment before gravity … Continue reading →

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squares (memorials)

Posted on September 1, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I. I came back to Buffalo a month after she died, my skin unused to winter & surprised at the sight of my breath freezing to mist no one else would touch her things, so the second day I sifted through … Continue reading →

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her ritual

Posted on August 10, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

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 … Continue reading →

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memorial day

Posted on May 28, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

there is no romance in dying a soldier, but these deaths deserve remembrance, and so we place flowers & flags over the bones of those whose lives were swallowed by war our young men, all sons, some fathers whose blood … Continue reading →

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Honeymoon Island, Florida, 1995

Posted on May 25, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

The beach I walked daily after my sister died was just a beautiful backdrop for my constant conversation with God.  I framed a question to infinity, continuous in asking & still no answer, my voice incessant as waves raking sand … Continue reading →

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it flew to you

Posted on May 24, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

I loosed my heart once in a second of pure impulse, opened the cage of my chest & it flew to perch on your shoulder, all the while singing. When you left it went with you, made a nest in … Continue reading →

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empty, or poverty of spirit

Posted on May 22, 2012 by Susan L Daniels

The same way the old fairy tales start there was a woman who stored her love like spare change in a jar on the windowsill & gave it out freely when it was needed sometimes it overflowed but mostly the level … Continue reading →

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