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.
Worn and wooly
And I remember what you taught me:
The comfort of being loved just as you are.
When despair awakens me in the early morning hours
I put on Joanie’s socks.