Filed Under Death Work, Poem for Hela | Comments Off on Poem: Forget Me Not —Ann Plato
Forget Me Not —Ann Plato When in the morning’s misty hour, When the sun beams gently o’er each flower; When thou dost cease to smile benign, And think each heart responds with thine, When seeking rest among divine, Forget me not. When the last rays of twilight fall, And thou art pacing yonder hall; When […]
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“Always go to the funeral” means that I have to do the right thing when I really, really don’t feel like it. I have to remind myself of it when I could make some small gesture, but I don’t really have to and I definitely don’t want to. I’m talking about those things that represent […]
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Requiescat In Pace, Darin, beloved nephew. Passed into the next life this morning at age 35, 35 minutes before the return of the Light. Love to your wife, Emily, who made a life with you. Love to your sons, Max and Miles, who are the continuation of your life. Love to your parents, who gave […]
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This is an updated version of my original post from 2010. I still miss you, Mom. Thirty-three years ago today, my mother died. She was 43 years old. She was killed in a car accident. She was traveling a dark country highway. Approaching an intersection with another road, she had the right of way. The […]
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Dear Death ~ David Hernandez Cool cloak. So goth. I dig how the pleats ripple like pond water when you move, and the hood shadows the absence of your face. Sweet scythe, too. The craftsmanship of the wooden handle, how smooth the slow curve. I had to look it up—it’s called the snath (rhymes with […]