• missing

    by  • August 14, 2013 • family, grief, poetry • 7 Comments

    the first poem
    I learned was
    for my father
    and was the first
    poem he ever learned:


    has anybody seen my mouse?
    I opened his box for just a minute
    just to make sure he was really in it
    and while I was looking he jumped outside
    I tried to catch him, I tried, I tried . . .

    I have spent the day
    reciting the lines
    of my life
    moving from memory
    hoping to find

    something to ease
    the empty space
    the heavy space
    the palpable absence
    and all I can muster is




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    7 Responses to missing

    1. August 14, 2013 at 8:53 pm

      Where were you asking about tunes about “home?” I also remembered Michael Buble’s song, “I Wanna Go Home.”

    2. August 14, 2013 at 9:12 pm

      I know this heavy, empty space… how very precious to have your gift of words to reflect and honor him… they are, eventually, healing words.

      To follow Alyce’s comment above, I’ll point you to an old song of Amy Grant’s… If These Walls Could Speak… it speaks my heart when missing my folks.

    3. Judith Woelke
      August 15, 2013 at 12:36 pm

      Very poignant. Your responses to your father’s dearh are healing for many of us.

    4. August 16, 2013 at 9:17 am

      I keep thinking about you and your father… My father’s name was Milton, too. Crossed the river in ’94. Yesterday, I was at the piano playing while waiting for something to finish cooking…I pulled out, ” Feels Like Home,” by Randy Newman…used in the movie, “Michael.” Bonnie Raitt sings it there, but it’s really singable by just about anyone…which makes it cool. Friday breath to you and all you love.

      • August 16, 2013 at 4:50 pm

        I love that song. Thanks. Chase down Randy Newman’s version on his last record. Beautiful.


    5. Barbara Harris
      August 18, 2013 at 3:53 am

      The Resurrection came quietly.
      So quietly nobody noticed.
      I pray for you, Milton, that the empty space in your heart will moment by moment, hour by hour, day by day, be filled up with beautiful things that bring you peace and love and joy.

    6. August 18, 2013 at 9:34 pm

      I love that song, too. If someone’s here for supper and I play a little, I always sing it. I’ll look at Randy’s version. Breath and blessings from alyce in st paul.

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