12/09/2009
a poem and a rememberingPermalink
Well. If you have been following along my website for at least a year, you will know that a year ago my sweet nephew Matthew left this life. Of course we are all thinking of him a lot this week (every week really, but especially this week). Today I am working on some paintings I am making out of drawings he made. I was also reading through some poems he wrote and thought I’d share one with you that I think is especially sweet. He made it out of his spelling words in October 2008. I share this with you as, I don’t know, a document of part of the process that is grieving and changing with life.
thanks,
–julie
Nighttime When I put on my night gown, I can feel it. When I frown in the mirror, I can feel it. When I walk up the stairs, I can feel it. When I hug my mom, I can feel it. When I watch the sun go down, I can feel it. The couch feels like it. Everything in the dark sauce of night feels like it. Even the scrawny lamppost feels like it. What is it? It is the feeling of life. You treasure it.