J Relig Health (2014) 53:1838–1840 DOI 10.1007/s10943-014-9926-z BIOGRAPHICAL EXPLORATION
Poems in memoriam Mary Simmerling
Published online: 26 August 2014 Ó Springer Science+Business Media New York 2014
Mothers, reprise And so we return again to the mountains Where our hearts have been eaten alive engulfed in sorrow laid bare and fluttered in love. Where we have run and climbed and sped through snow jumped into creeks scratched memories stone on stone skin on skin fossils and promises we were here and will return again. To the place where you climbed with him where he once got lost where she wouldn’t go where the dark shadows of your stolen mother linger and lurch. Where Thanksgiving can be declared curls set families made and remade loves lost hearts ache.
M. Simmerling (&) Weill Cornell Medical College, Cornell University, 445 E 69th Street, New York, NY 10065, USA e-mail: [email protected]
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I wish you peace my love as you return again to the mountains one more mother to put to rest and another mother one you have made will hold you in love.
Remission And so this is how I understand my grief: My sister is dying my father is dying my mother is alright. For now. (For the first time in so very long perhaps even as far back to the time when my other sister died.) My sister is dying my father is dying I am alright. For now.
The eulogizer’s elegy Taut skin clinging to articulated bones hallowed eyes Lips teeth knuckles breath A thin sheet (all of it so very thin) held tightly in one hand All of it bigger and smaller than it should be than it was
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Once again the same like before mirror mirror we are here again.
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J Relig Health (2014) 53:1838–1840
Poems in memoriam Mary Simmerling
Published online: 26 August 2014 Ó Springer Science+Business Media New York 2014
Mothers, reprise And so we return again to the mountains Where our hearts have been eaten alive engulfed in sorrow laid bare and fluttered in love. Where we have run and climbed and sped through snow jumped into creeks scratched memories stone on stone skin on skin fossils and promises we were here and will return again. To the place where you climbed with him where he once got lost where she wouldn’t go where the dark shadows of your stolen mother linger and lurch. Where Thanksgiving can be declared curls set families made and remade loves lost hearts ache.
M. Simmerling (&) Weill Cornell Medical College, Cornell University, 445 E 69th Street, New York, NY 10065, USA e-mail: [email protected]
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I wish you peace my love as you return again to the mountains one more mother to put to rest and another mother one you have made will hold you in love.
Remission And so this is how I understand my grief: My sister is dying my father is dying my mother is alright. For now. (For the first time in so very long perhaps even as far back to the time when my other sister died.) My sister is dying my father is dying I am alright. For now.
The eulogizer’s elegy Taut skin clinging to articulated bones hallowed eyes Lips teeth knuckles breath A thin sheet (all of it so very thin) held tightly in one hand All of it bigger and smaller than it should be than it was
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Once again the same like before mirror mirror we are here again.
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