Author Archives: janetlandis

Tiny hands and tiny feet, Start to move, start to creep, Wobbly arms and wobbly legs, Reaching for a steadying edge. And now more upright, Now more sure, The steps are balanced and secure. Our walk already taking shape, No turning back and no escape. We move, we dance, we whirl and turn, We keepContinue reading “Shuffle & Dance”

Here we were this day five years ago. Our hands all touching you, As Odie kissed you with his cold, wet nose. My fingers stroked your thick, wavy, hair, which framed your face so perfectly. My tears still fall in rivers, their source in my wounded heart. I want to beg you to come home,Continue reading “Five Years”

Sometimes the pain of grief is deepest, When I cannot tell it, Cannot express it. The aching blots out every thought, Defies all words and meaning, Strikes me dumb with shock again, Grasping for any trace of you. I cannot hug your photos, And feel your beating heart. I cannot fill your vacant shoes, AndContinue reading “All that you will ever be”

When there is nothing at risk, And nothing to run away from, There is peace. But there is always something at risk, Always something to run away from, And therefore, no peace. The mind is a master At finding things to keep us stuck, Like flies on fly paper. It is sticky, And once weContinue reading “Emptiness”

How can it be Four years? How dare the world go on? The days keep passing, Each one more empty, Of you, my love. How can your memory, Still haunt my empty womb, Still cause my beating heart, To stop and stutter, stunned? You are ever and ever and ever, Within me. Within each breath,Continue reading “Your birthday”

What is wisdom, Without the admission of ignorance? What is courage, Without the admission of fear? What is love, Without the admission of hatred? The dualistic world where we live, Creates opposites, Fooling us to fall, Into confusion and fear. And what is true? It lies in the white matter, The frontal lobes, Divorced fromContinue reading

Good people need help sometimes. Good people can get lost. I know them, I have listened to their stories. Cosavo. I listen and hear their pain. If listening is all I can do, Witnessing their loss and sorrow. Perhaps that is enough. I hope so. For their voices need air, And their stories need hearing,Continue reading “Good people don’t”

I can see it now, So clearly, Your open hand, Drawing me nearer, Beckoning, Inviting. Unconditional love. Remembered. That bond, Mother and son. Drawn together, With no thought of return. You and I, Together. No worries of past or future. Only now. The perfect symbol Of love and forgiveness. Understood without words, Given with noContinue reading “Your hand”

Already gone In futile despair. Already lost The days and nights By your side. The terror of not knowing how or when, You would be stolen from my grasp. From my trembling fingers. Too late now. Ashes all that remain. And ashes all that lie ahead. You, who gave me so much, And nothing IContinue reading “Gone”

There is no future, Nor past. There is only the present moment. It is here we are real. Here we are anchored. What happens later, Is not known, So cannot be forgotten or anticipated. Pummeled, By all that is. Freedom lies in letting go, Of hope, regret. Only now, In all of it’s terror, InContinue reading “The present moment”