The poetry of grief: The rose

A poem that expresses hope The rose Near a shady wall a rose once grewBudded and blossomed in God’s free lightWatered and fed by morning dewShedding it’s sweetness by day and night. As it grew and blossomed fair and tallSlowly rising to loftier heightIt came to a crevice in the wallThrough which there shone a…

The poetry of grief: Fisherman’s ashes

This poem (author unknown) tells a little of what it might mean as we grieve for someone who loved fishing. Bear my ashes when I dieFar from men and let them lie,By a salmon river.Where the larches troop their ranksAnd about the river banksSilver Birches shiver. Stay not stranger, passing byFor decorous lament or sighWhere I…

International Women’s Day 2022

(A post written by a woman for women.)  Catherine My daughter was a womanYoung, pretty and kindAlways ready to befriendThose who had a need.My daughter was a womanWith loves and dreamsShe liked to cookEnjoyed her bikeListened to musicWanted to nurse.My daughter was a womanPlease note I write was –My daughter was a womanWhose life was too…