devastating loss of a child

Wildfires

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on . Posted in Poems about Death

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The wildfires burn fuel to ashes. I’m melted
and homeless. Adrift in the redwoods,
resilience is theirs, not my own.

I am starkly alone, washed out, waiting for
green growth to sprout. Lost, emotional,
swallowing  hard, starkly following hope.

Woman-as-tree, dust, debris. Is there
recovery? The lines and the borders are
crumbling; senses obscured.

Artful thieves overwhelm; cheerful thieves offer
fine tunes and fabric. Violated by ribbons,
I sing lullabies to my child.

The home fires run wild.
∞§∞

If you relate to this poem, Light the Lamps might resonate with you as well.

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