It’s so curious: one can resist tears and ‘behave’ very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer… and everything collapses.
Here’s a great book review blog that featured me today! 🙂
“Several years ago I was engaged to a man named Dan. At the time, I was 29 years old, no longer a child by anyone’s standards. It wasn’t blind puppy love, or infatuation. I had already been married once, and had a 3-year-old daughter.
Dan was to me, the most perfect man I had ever met. He was financially and emotionally stable. He had a job, a car, an apartment, and plans for a bright future. In the year that we were together, we never fought, indeed, I never saw any hint of emotional or psychological trouble.
One day, quite unexpectedly, I got a phone call from his sister. He was in the hospital. He had cut both wrists and been found, very close to death, in his apartment.
He had surgery to repair the physical wounds, and spent a week in the hospital’s psych ward to heal the emotional wounds. All…
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Expressing yourself through writing poetry is a wonderful way to be happy! And you don’t have to be E.B. Browning, just write what you feel!
My 4th grade son had a unit on writing poetry. one assignment was where we each write down 3 random nouns and 3 random adjectives. Then we trade and each have to write a poem with all those words. It was SO fun! Here is the poem i wrote from the words he gave me. I capitalize the words i was given:
So ROUND and SMELLY!
Where did you come from?
With your EXTREME girth
You shake the earth.
And you play the PIANO, too!