Tuesday 12 August 2014

Learning how to walk, how to breathe

Just a few short poems, and literature giving me some comfort tonight...

If I had lost a leg, I would tell them, instead of a boy, no one would ask me if I was 'over' it. They would ask how I was doing learning to walk without my leg. I was learning how to walk and breathe without Wade. And what I was learning is that it was never going to be the life I had before - Elizabeth Edwards

Undo it, take it back, make every day the previous one until I am returned to the day before the one that made you gone. Or set me on an airplane travelling west, crossing the dateline again and again, losing this day, then that, until the day of loss is still ahead, and you are here, instead of sorrow - Nessa Rapaport

As you danced in the light, love lifted you. As you brushed the world so gently, you lifted us - TC Ring

That through the radiance which once shine so bright
Be forever taken from my sight
Thou nothing can restore the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower
I will grieve not but find strength in what remains
Behind
- William Wordsworth

My little man, what centuries of light did you travel to reach us here, your stay so shortlived; in the twinkling of an eye, you were moving on, bearing our name and a splinter of the human cross we suffer; flashed upon us, like a beacon, we wait in darkness for that light to come round, knowing at heart you shine on forever for us - Hugh O'donnell