You burned me with this snow, I am truly being burned.
This is the most sublime bittersweet
I have ever tasted.
You are there now,
where you do not need to write poetry,
everything that you see,
Everything that you say,
Everything that you feel,
everything that you are,
now is poetry:
bereaved and blue
and most human!!
Andrea, I am so desperately sorry for you, you cannot know. What made me feel awful as I read this was the beauty and craft I found that still shines through anything you write...no matter the dreadful subject matter.
The chill in this piece is so cold, but written so beautifully and delicate. Your expression with your situation is truly heart-felt.
I'm so saddened with reading. I do not feel I have read such emotional parental poetry like yours.