I have been taking a "Turning Toward Grief" series of poetry writing webinars with famous poets. Here is a poem I wrote after the October 23rd session. Not sure what exactly triggered it, but here it is:
I don't know how to make the orchids bloom, Jim
They did last fall.
But now...nothing.
It took me a long time to remember to water them,
once you were no longer here.
And just recently I started feeding them with
the orchid food you charged me to buy at Lowes.
At least I know where to find it.
I would like a flower,
some color out there,
to know I'm doing right
by you.
I came home from lunch with a friend today, and this was waiting for me:
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