Size of Sorrow
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My sister and I have noticed some changes in our father.
Whenever we talk to him about ‘old times’ (instead of just sitting there staring vacantly out the window) his eyes fill with tears. He’s not totally crying but something is definitely going on.
We wonder what’s really going through his mind?
It was this thought and some help from the band “Tears for Fears” that are responsible for the inspiration behind this post.
I didn’t plan on posting tonight but sometimes you just have to let some of your writing go.
the Size of Sorrow
Carbon-copy days
Stain my mimeographed life
Wondering if today is some strange and future tomorrow
Time meanders away
some perpetual 36-hour day
But what is the size of sorrow?
a Fool on the hill
a sad silhouette of your absence
what remains breaks the heart of the borrow
Tomorrow is near
like an invisible tear
I’m wondering what is the size of your sorrow?
~m
April 25th, 2008 at 11:14 pm
Prayers to you and your family, it’s a hard helpless thing to go through. May you find rest and some ease from time to time in your writing.
April 26th, 2008 at 12:26 am
This is a sad, but understandable post, on so many levels…
Perhaps it’s best you don’t know what’s going through his mind? Whilst the unknown can be scary or confusing, there are times when it’s best too…
Talk soon my friend, but until then we’ll be thinking about all of you, and your Dad
Cheers
Moe
April 25th, 2008 at 9:57 pm
Wow, what a poet you are! This is a sad one…..I’m sorry for the pain you feel for your Dad and for whatever he is going through.
“a sad silhouette of your absence
what remains breaks the heart of the borrow”
Thinking of you!
April 27th, 2008 at 10:45 am
M-this made me cry. I hate that you all have to go through this and pray most of all for your peace.
kim
April 27th, 2008 at 7:54 pm
Thanks for the kind words! I got all teary-eyed reading your reply. I am blessed to be Hannah’s Godmother and to have all of you in my life.
I agree about the difference in interpretation.
My aunt/godmother is in late stages and has recently come out with random words. She said my sister Kim’s name, when Kim and my mom were visiting. I guess we really don’t know, but I do believe she can hear us. To hear your Dad gladly accepts hugs, is so wonderful. Please deliver one from me!
April 28th, 2008 at 6:53 am
powerful words, lovely drawing…
i believe sorrow is extra-large and all-encompassing…it can change people dramatically and permanently. i just thank God you have a wonderful family and caring, supportive friends who help to balance out the darkness with such bright light…
“our father” is also very moving and beautfiully written.
encourage him to cry! oh, to glimpse just a glimmer of the thoughts and fears and feelings that fill him…
April 28th, 2008 at 10:04 am
continually surprised I’m not overcome on a daily basis
April 28th, 2008 at 11:12 pm
Amazingly written. The love and care you have for your father is absolutely evident in your writings. Thank you for sharing.
April 30th, 2008 at 1:32 am
~m, I have no words that can be helpful, I can just say that your words move me and it’s so evident that you love your dad so dearly. I’m thinking of you and wishing you peace.
May 16th, 2008 at 4:42 pm
Our family was taking about our history last weekend and I have regretted not continuing on with my family genealogy. It was a project I worked on when my mother was sick and once she passed, I lost all inspiration.
I think I may have to dig it out again.
I have a hard time thinking about the times with my mom without tears forming in my eyes. Looking back is an emotional thing.