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For She Who Taught Me Love

Life goes on, and your memory lives in hidden moments

that catch me when I’m not looking

and tug at the heart you helped make bigger.

The brazen, ruthless grief is undeniable.

But the subtle times and the little things;

those are the places where my feet stumble.

I am glad to stumble, though,

because then I have to stop to get my footing.

And when I stop, there you are,

smiling at the flowers you smell and the colors you see

in the bloom of this present Spring, (you’d have loved it this year),

naming every beautiful thing a painting.

And though I cannot feel your soft face in my hands,

or see that twinkle in your eye, or watch you

light up a room with a grin, or breathe with you

in another labored breath, you are with me always

because your fingerprints are on my heart

and I am forever changed.

~Written May 8, 2017, by Season Naify

For my Grandmother who raised me, and in my youth aptly named herself “Bellemere,” which is French for “Beautiful Mother.”  She left this world in January of this year, with family in a circle around her – touching her and whispering love, my father holding her feet, and me holding her hand, caressing her head and singing softly in her ear, “It Is Well With My Soul,” her favorite Hymn.

About Me

I wrote my first story when I was a wee girl of three, followed by my first poem when I was eight. I’ve been writing ever since as a way to cope with life. This practice evolved with learning in both structured settings and through the practice, itself. In my own healing crisis, I found a process I affectionately refer to as Poetic Alchemy. Now on the journey of getting my life back, I do this not only for myself but for you.

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