Then and Again

 Pablo Picasso

Pablo Picasso

She stood at the grave`side
a mother who had delivered
her daughter out of the chaos
now delivering her back to it
Alone then and alone again

Not a tear in her blank eyes
She couldn’t afford them now
any more than she could afford
a scream when in awful labor
Silent then and silent again

Love spilt in blood & water
rushing thick down thin legs
spilt love was all she could give
to this bone of her own bone
Broke then and broke again

A mother’s heart is forever
breaking at the brokenness
of this flesh of her own flesh
be it in its living or its dying
Gone then and gone again

“Finally will it not be enough, after much living, after
much love, after much dying of those you have loved,
to sit on the porch near sundown with your eyes simply open,
watching the wind shape the clouds into the shapes of clouds?” ~ Wendell Berry

About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to Then and Again

  1. I can’t imagine anything more devastating than the (literal or figurative) loss of a child – you plumb such tragedy with exquisite sensitiity

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