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Still




The wild night has ebbed.

The gales of grief that shook the shutters of my heart

exhausted themselves into a mist of sighs.

I've become friends with the stillness of the house

and the empty corners that once tugged at me

like thorns against a linen skirt.

Every dust fairy whispers your name

and their soft mourning comforts me.

I must be healing,

I only think of you when I breathe.


Written in 2010 for my caregiver website, "Don't Lose Heart."

Copyright 2022 ©Jean Fogelberg

Please do not re-post or print without express permission.

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That is so profound. It is spot on too.

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Guest
Jul 22, 2022

This is so beautiful!

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Sandra Paul
Sandra Paul
Jul 21, 2022

"And this is the wonder

that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart

(I carry it in my heart) ~ EE Cummings


💕


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Jean Fogelberg
Jean Fogelberg
Jul 21, 2022
Replying to

swEEt.

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