Last night I wondered how long the orange-yellow tulips
would last, petals stretched like arms bound to ache,
stamens sturdy but exposed. The call came
just before dawn, voices soft in the dark.
It’s over, Peter said, and we remembered another morning
with light on his father’s face as he held our baby
in perfect contentment. How he adored her.
Peter talked to his brother and drove to what is now
his mother’s house. We were glad his sister spent
the night there. I mused until my eyes stung, then
recalled the blackened bananas on the counter,
the bread pan I’d set out yesterday, wanting to make
something whole and sweet. I’ll bring bread to Alice
who might eat or stare or leave it like the baseball
a friend brought for her husband to hold in his hands.
The ball is solitary now on a wheeled table, like the belt
I left coiled after washing Don’s last worn shirt and blue jeans.
I don’t yet know who will want the knife looped
through that belt, but someone will open
the blades and find uses as good
as those made by a man who left a garage
filled with rakes, saws, saved nails and wire,
a cloud and cluster of all that he fixed
and cherished and will endure.
Thank you for all the kind and thoughtful comments here, on facebook, and in emails on my post from three days ago. I’m lucky in my family and lucky in my compassionate friends, too.
What a beautiful poem. Hugs, Jeannine.
By: Rose Green on March 18, 2013
at 9:02 pm
Thank you, Rose.
By: jeannineatkins on March 18, 2013
at 11:33 pm
A good reminder to cherish my mom. Sending metta your way…
By: Deb Kozikowski on March 18, 2013
at 9:06 pm
Deb, I knew you’d send me only good, but I had to look up metta. How I love google. Thank you for love without clinging, and a new word.
By: jeannineatkins on March 18, 2013
at 11:35 pm
Oh, Jeannine. I am sorry. What a lucky man to be loved so well, so carefully, at the end of his life. Baseball, banana bread, tulips. I am sorry. May we all love and be loved so deeply. xo, a.
By: amyludwigvanderwater on March 18, 2013
at 9:07 pm
Thanks, my poet friend.
By: jeannineatkins on March 18, 2013
at 11:36 pm
Jeannine, I’m so sorry. Your poem is lovely, and I hope the writing of it gave you some ease, at least for the moment. This part of life is just so hard. Best to you and Peter.
By: beckylevine on March 18, 2013
at 9:10 pm
You’re right, Becky. This part is hard, even with moments of ease between. We appreciate your good wishes.
By: jeannineatkins on March 18, 2013
at 11:37 pm
So very beautiful, Jeannine. A loving, homey tribute. Love
By: Sarah Lamstein on March 18, 2013
at 9:22 pm
Thanks for your always-there love, Sarah.
By: jeannineatkins on March 18, 2013
at 11:37 pm
Sweet Jeannine, my love and deepest sympathies to you and to Peter and to your whole family. Your beautiful tribute to your dear father-in-law touched me deeply. You are all in my heart through this time of grieving. xoxo
By: lorrainemt on March 18, 2013
at 9:50 pm
So glad to reside for a while in your good heart, Lorraine.
By: jeannineatkins on March 18, 2013
at 11:37 pm
A beautiful poem for a beautiful soul. My best wishes to you….
By: Tara on March 18, 2013
at 10:01 pm
Thank you, Tara. I felt from your blog that you’re on a different kind of courageous journey this week, and my thoughts are with you, too.
By: jeannineatkins on March 18, 2013
at 11:39 pm
Just prayers, Jeannine. That’s all I know to offer, but I hope they help, I believe they do. Love, Sally
By: Sally on March 18, 2013
at 10:57 pm
Everything from you helps, Sally. Thank you.
By: jeannineatkins on March 18, 2013
at 11:39 pm
Arms giving you hugs, Jeannine. Much love and sympathy to all of you. Loved the poem..
By: Carol Munro on March 18, 2013
at 11:04 pm
Thank you, Carol
By: jeannineatkins on March 18, 2013
at 11:39 pm
I’m so sorry for your loss, Jeannine. *hugs*
By: Anindita on March 18, 2013
at 11:26 pm
Thank you, Anindita.
By: jeannineatkins on March 18, 2013
at 11:40 pm
What a wonderful poem. Although the tulips won’t last, your memories will. So sorry for your loss. Tulips upon you.
By: Barb on March 18, 2013
at 11:27 pm
Lots of memories! And Peter’s mom seems to be uncovering more through the day. He came home with his high school diploma… thank you.
By: jeannineatkins on March 18, 2013
at 11:41 pm
Beautiful tribute for a dear man.
By: Sue on March 18, 2013
at 11:45 pm
Thanks, Sue. I’m glad you knew him.
By: jeannineatkins on March 19, 2013
at 1:31 pm
This is beautiful – and I’m sending lots of love your family’s way, Jeannine.
By: Kate Messner (@KateMessner) on March 19, 2013
at 1:03 am
Thank you, Kate.
By: jeannineatkins on March 19, 2013
at 1:30 pm
Oh. I am in awe of how you can still find the words through a veil of hurt, Jeannine. Thank you so much for sharing the love and beauty with the rest of us. Sending love and hugs across the miles….
By: Tracy Abell on March 19, 2013
at 2:50 am
Thanks, Tracy. I’m glad to hear that some of what we feel came through, as your warmth travels to me.
By: jeannineatkins on March 19, 2013
at 1:32 pm
I’m in awe, too. Such a loving tribute to a life well-lived. Thinking of you with love in all the moments of light and dark, and holding you and Peter in my heart.
By: Amy Butler Greenfield on March 19, 2013
at 10:13 am
Thank you, Amy. It was a life well lived and he had the comfort of knowing that even if he would have liked a little more time. Maybe we always want that.
By: jeannineatkins on March 19, 2013
at 1:34 pm
I am so sorry Jeannine. Don’t I wish we all got stay at this party together forever! xoxo
By: Laura Hamor (@LauraHamor) on March 19, 2013
at 1:50 pm
xoxo back to you.
By: jeannineatkins on March 19, 2013
at 9:43 pm
Hugs. Just…hugs. My heart goes out to all of you. xoxoxox
By: DEBtastic Reads! on March 19, 2013
at 8:24 pm
Sending hugs back to you, Debbi.
By: jeannineatkins on March 19, 2013
at 9:43 pm
I’m holding all of you in my heart today, Jeannine.
By: Loree Griffin Burns on March 20, 2013
at 12:08 am