If it had been a heart attack, the newspaper
might have used the word massive,
as if a mountain range had opened
inside him, but instead
it used the word suddenly, a light coming on
in an empty room. The telephone
fell from my shoulder, a black parrot repeating
something happened, something awful
a sunday, dusky. If it had been
terminal, we could have cradled him
as he grew smaller, wiped his mouth,
said good bye. But it was sudden,
how overnight we would be orphaned
& the world become a bell we'd crawl inside
& the ringing all we'd eat.
~~by Nick Flynn
Oh, Karen. What a powerful poem. It says so much in so few words.
Sending love to you, much love.
The poem is so poignant and speaks volumes. I just
can't imagine how that day was for all of you.
Knowing how much I love you guys. Sharon
Wow, how do you find these things, Karen? The poet zeroes right in, doesn't he?
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