First stars have a lot of pressure
Carry a lot of weight
It’s why they hang low in the sky
So many people pin their pain on them
“Now that you’re gone – I’ll think of you, when I see the first star”
And I think of them
All those people
All that pain
And I pin mine instead on the rising sun
Knowing the world will always turn again
And there are no endings
*Memory is a gift. Mine are so clear and vivid that sometimes if I close my eyes, I can feel hands in mine.
Some have delicate skin, dry and rough, wrinkled like tulle and so fragile that a dozen small eruptions, bumps and grazes traverse their landscape. A thin gold band, worn and old, hangs too big for the finger it now enfolds, I stroke it gently with my own and it spins freely beneath the knuckle. And I watch your eyes close again, for the last time.
Yet just now, I saw your strong brown legs and laughing smile, screen door banging behind you as you leave to peg washing on the line. And I am barely waist height. The sun a burning flame above, bare feet dancing through the prickles, following Mum.
Where there is love
There is remembrance
And where there is remembrance
There is no end
*Header photo driving down Pitherty road, a trip home, enjoying the red dust in my side mirror. For Mums funeral my brother brought some red soil from Pitherty (our ancestral property) to scoop into her grave alongside flowers. Our old neighbour chose the flowers for his goodbye tribute saying “Marg would curse me for throwing more red dust down for her to clean up” and we smiled through wet eyes. Neither the mop nor dusting cloth could clean up red dust properly – I think it falls from our very veins
9 thoughts on “You are the sun”
moon is now from full shone sliver which you too often deliver
Did your Mum pass recently or many moons ago?
2016 Rosaliene – it seems that she still has plenty to teach me – I have these recurring insights and memories – I think I she will linger in my poetry forever – which is a lovely thought. And another reason I don’t think we are ever truly dead when we circle within a persons memory and are part of their ongoing journey, if only by lesson or insight gleaned from our having been a part of anothers life.
Sometimes it takes the passing of a loved one for everything they have taught us to come into focus.
Yes, I think that is it, thanks Rosaliene
Oh my word, your writing is AMAZING. I can feel the sun on my skin as I read your beautiful words. I’m so sorry for your loss. I recently lost my Dad so this blog really resounds with me. Sending you lots of love xx
Thanks Janet, I’m sorry you have lost the company of your Dad, it’s a gap that is never filled and thanks for your kind words 💕✨
Wow. Just wow.
Thanks Granny 💕