The death of a child is an experience every parent dreads yet some must bear. Whether the child is adult, young or old the pain is ageless. The poems in this small collection bear witness to the flickers of thought that light a dark place. Written after the death of my grown daughter, I hope they will resonate with anyone who knows what love feels like.
Here is one of the poems..
Could have, would have
and should have
are sometimes called
“modals of lost opportunities”
Three blows of an axe
The past cut adrift Like a small boat In fast-moving waters First swept out of reach Then lost to sight
This chapbook is available through Amazon or directly from the publisher, Cyberwit.