Joanie

Wearing Joanie’s Socks – a poem of longing and comfort on grieving a sister

A poem of longing and comfort on grieving a sister

In the dark of early morning
birds call me to remember
I sit silently on my front porch
listening to their chorus

I watch the sun rise pink and gold
against black outlined tree branches
and think what a beautiful world this is
and how I wish you were still here to love it

When my cup of tea grows cold
I go into the house
And I put on your socks

Soft and warm and purple
Just like you
Comforting without a word
The way you did

Unique and whimsical,
Tiny pearls for flowers
No label but love.
Loose threads,
Worn and wooly

And I remember what you taught me:

Inner strength
Warmth
Beauty
Comfort
Solitude
Uniqueness
Gratitude

The comfort of being loved just as you are.

When despair awakens me in the early morning hours

I put on Joanieā€™s socks.