Sunflower Sunrise / photo: Eve Littlepage
I’ve never written much poetry. This one welled up one day, twenty years ago, in the midst of deep grief. For all of you who are faced with the loss of someone dear, it is my humble offering.
I was strolling along the Charles River near Boston, MA on a chilly November morning in 1996. Contemplating the link between the depths of grief and heights of joy, and observing a few straggling Autumn leaves, this came up. It surprised me, as most of my ‘poetry’ is very sing-songy and sometimes Dr. Suess-like, so I’ve been told. The writing of it somehow helped me get to a lighter place within my heart.
I’m sharing it not to try to fix anyone, or tell them how it’s all going to be better. Everyone’s process is their own. I am sharing just to say that I do hear you, and I know how you feel. Peace, xx-Eve
