Grief Has No Handles
Poems for the Brave of Heart
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The Red Fascinator There against the bedroom wall Where my daughter’s photo lives The old rustic wooden dresser Holds lots of bobs and bits In the clasped moulded fingers Of the pottery dish of hands Glows a simple hair comb That shines bold in velvet red Flamboyant like a gypsy wears Or an old woman dancing alone Twirling with no care It serves them right she says If they really want to stare I'll dance into the heavens A red flower in my hair.
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This collection of poems has arisen from over a decade of grief and life changes. Having helped both parents transition from this life, crossing the rainbow bridge into the next realm and grieving the additional cost to a marriage that crumbled under the grief; this period of time produced many poems along with the tears. The grief journey transitions us into new lives we never dreamed could hold such memories or feel so empty of the loving presences we once took for granted. Perhaps there are poems here to help others through the tough patches in life.