There is life

There is life beyond this life.

There is hope, hidden behind dark clouds.

The world where we live,

Dies and is born again.

If we become still,

We feel it’s pulse.

A sound in an infinite universe,

Existing regardless of ears to hear it.

Emitting light, though no eyes may see it.

How can we not be ever in wonder,

And awe at all that is?


You are away.

Gone from my sight.

My arms reach out,

And embrace empty air.

My ears strain for the sound of your voice,

And there is only silence.

I inhale, hoping for the scent of you,

But only ashes remain.

My fingers strain,

For the feel of your soft hair,

The smooth skin of your hands.

But touch absence.

Nothing can bring forth,

Your laugh, your breath.

Where have you gone my darling one?

Your Spirit has danced away,

To a timeless land,

With no point of entry,

Save one.

Countless tomorrows,

Like fun house mirrors,

Reflect images distorted by time.

And gazing upon them,

Is a lonely, aging mother,

Longing for your return.

Your light still shines

Dan and Odie

Your light still shines,

When darkness descends.

When the shifting winds of time,

Catapult me into confusion,

Your brightness brings clarity,

And strength,

To take another step,

To find my way.

To face the challenges inherent to being.

Life is spirit, energy,

Never extinguished, only transformed.

As you transformed me.

Forever changed by your goodness.

Into more than I imagined I could ever be.

Thank you,

For all you gave,

For all you continue to give,

As my faltering feet step upon the earth,

Leading me home, to you, to love,

To becoming what you saw in me,

When it seemed to dark to see.


There is a scent, to the night.
A taste, sweet and earthy.
There is the white light of the stars,
And the silver moon.
A feel in the air, a sigh,
That the day is over.
Some creatures sleep,
And some are just awakening,
To stalk or slither as we slumber.
The night is fertile,
For growth and dreams.
We can embrace it,
Without fear, for the spinning earth,
Will wheel us round,
To greet the dawn once again.

The End of the Day

I did some good today.

Provided empathy, support and much needed medication.

I did some good today.

So maybe I can sleep tonight.

Give myself the same grace,

For being human.

For giving my all,

For caring.

For wanting to provide some ease

And comfort as my patients

Transition from this life to the next.

I did some good today.

Maybe I can sleep tonight,

at peace with that.


Your brother calls me from upstairs.

Heart pounding, I race to reach you.

Vomiting, burning with fever,

Heart rate too fast, gasping for breath.


Nurses’ brain takes over.

Pushes the mother self roughly away.

Time slows to a crawl.

Calm assessment.

Airway, breathing, circulation.

A mantra we all learn,

Tattooed on the slick folds of the brain.

The call to 911.

Endless moments until they arrive.

As I circle around you,

Monitoring, ministering, comforting,

Detached, but loving,

While the mother wails inside,

Locked away for my own protection.

How many times love?

How many ruptures of these selves?

One confidently acting,

The other weeping, reaching,

But held away.

I cannot, would not lose these memories,

That come in flashbacks,

And haunt my dreams.

Some of my best nursing moments,

Where I shone as a provider.

But that schism left scars.

And that same proud nurse,

And frightened mother,

Circle each other like rabid wolves,

Equally ferocious in their love for you,

And refusing to let go.


No one starts from nothing.

We are all shaped and conditioned,

We are seeds,

brilliant, shimmering sprouts,

Weeds and cultivars.

We are everything,

And nothing.

We are love and rage,

Kindness and cruelty.

However crushed we feel,

With the burdens we are given,

Each breath is a new beginning.

Each heartbeat an opportunity,

To raise our wilted petals skyward,

Extend our injured branches,

And feel the sun.

Weathering the seasons of darkness and light,

Of scarcity and abundance,

The invitation is always there,

To surrender,

To dance,

On the currents of wind,

That buffet the sweet and sensitive tendrils,

Of our unfurling lives.


Sometimes, in dreams,

You reach for things,

Only to find they are not really there.

And you wake, and hold your pillow,

Your dog, your partner,

Just to remind yourself,

You are not alone in this world.

You go for a walk,

And hug a tree,

Or wave to a neighbor,

Who doesn’t wave back.

And you wonder,

Did our yard sign conflict with yours,

And create distance between us?

What do yard signs and banners really do?

We think they broadcast,

Our deeply held values.

But if they create further division,

From our connection to one another,

What purpose, really, has been served?

I reach for love,

Without barriers, to knit us all together,

To find joy and understanding,

Even with those with whom we disagree.

For we are all children,

We are all reaching for the next hand,

Or paw,

To hold.


Dan’s shrine

Warm with memories,

Peace comes over and through me.

Mind at rest,

Heart open, receptive.

Guarding and defense fall away.

Space opens within and without me.

Tension melts away.

Bathed in love, in memories and reveries,

Of you, dear child, teacher, benefactor,

Who blessed my days,

And wait for me,

When those days are over,

And a new life begins.

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