Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
The following journal entry was written by my Mother Peggy Jo Soelzer shortly after losing my Dad in February. The excruciating pain my Mother felt after losing my Dad (her soul-mate) is painfully transparent within her words. This is the most difficult page I’ll ever post I know… it was my Mother’s wish to help someone else who might be suffering the same pain as she was to know that they are not alone. I originally posted this piece on lifechatting.wordpress.com after she wrote it and later removed the article after my Mother passed away July 3rd 2011. My Mother’s death was sudden and totally unexpected and today I miss her more than I am able to voice and I will always miss her more than I’m able to voice because there are no words to describe my pain and the depth of this loss. I love you so much Momma and I miss you.
How did I get so old,
I wonder,
contemplating
my 67th birthday.
Dyslexia smiles:
I’m 76 in fact.
Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk
One paints the beginning
of a certain end.
The other, the end of a
sure beginning.
Maya Angelou