And I, like the mower, sputtered to a stop in my morning, breath caught in my throat and rasped out a sudden cry, tears down my face. Thank you for this gorgeous poem, for this perfect description of how wordless grief starts in the body and continues, unmowed, for years.
Susanne Sturm replied on Tue, 12/14/2021 - 09:46am
What a wonderful, poignant and beautifully written poem. This was a wonderful way to start the day: bravo y ole'.
And I, like the mower, sputtered to a stop in my morning, breath caught in my throat and rasped out a sudden cry, tears down my face. Thank you for this gorgeous poem, for this perfect description of how wordless grief starts in the body and continues, unmowed, for years.