if only I could hug you...if only I could look into your eyes through my tears...
Ithink there are 10456 miles between us but I feel your grief so close to my heart. I wish I could sooth it and dissolve it in my chest but I can't and it is ok to let it be and embrace and hug it. Your words are a balm for all of us who have lost loved ones, your writing is always so beautiful, so moving, so brilliant, always so full of what you are, a wonderful sensitive soul with a heart the size of the universe. Yes you are a wonderful universe dear Jennae, you are an universe who holds so many experiences in you, so much light, and the light of your precious father is shining through you to all of us, with so much radiance.
I'll be listening to Jim Morrison all day long admiring the soul of your father in a brilliant star in the sky ✨
We are very far a part but our connection is so strong and deeply meaningful to me. Thank you for always being here, especially for my most delicate and vulnerable poems. I almost feel like you are our poetry dad here on Substack in our little community of poets. I believe my dad would have really liked you and read all your work and would have wanted to have a good chat with you about life and the doors.
Your kind and supportive words mean so much to me. Thank you for reading and holding my heart in yours.
It honestly makes me want to cry that you’ll be listening to Jim in tribute, thank you so much for your love filled soul.
The Doors your father must have played. “Love me two times babe. I’m going away “ (to war). The loss and grief are personal, but like marmite spread in every moonlight and cranny on toast gets to fulfill your craving. The drip of sweat or water from a clean shaven face evaporates just as the spirit disappears. Grief comes/goes, just see images of loved ones as luminous faces in your dreams. They haven’t gone anywhere. They visit every night. Leave the door open. Play a song, listen to the the rain
Richard, what a gift it is to receive your poetry. It is such a comfort and a light. I cannot express how much this means to me. Thank you for reading and for being here ❤️🩹
to put their socks on one more time.“ This one hit the most. It’s the simple things I guess. I’m a bit out of words. Your poem is so deep and honest. Your grief but on the other hand the wonderful relationship you and your father had. That makes it even more sad. Your words really go deep. Great poem. 🖤
This is achingly beautiful, raw, and filled with so much tenderness, it feels like your heart is speaking directly to the page. The way you’ve captured grief as both heavy and luminous, as a reflection of the love shared, is deeply touching. Thank you for sharing something so vulnerable and powerful; it’s a gift to all who read it❤️🩹❤️🩹
Thank you my friend, it really did feel raw and like my heart poured onto the page with this one. Usually I’d try to polish it more but these are the words that fell out as the waves of grief hit me. Thank you for being here and witnessing with such tenderness. You mean so much to me, I hope you know that ❤️🩹❤️🩹
Thank you so much for reading Peter, it means the world to me. Thank you for taking the time to share your reflections with me, grief really does make the feeling of absence and presence so much more tangible.
This is beautiful Jeanne. So beautiful and even though it is so sad you lost your father the love and relationship you had with him seems like a gem. Something rare and beautiful. Thank you for sharing xox
if only I could hug you...if only I could look into your eyes through my tears...
Ithink there are 10456 miles between us but I feel your grief so close to my heart. I wish I could sooth it and dissolve it in my chest but I can't and it is ok to let it be and embrace and hug it. Your words are a balm for all of us who have lost loved ones, your writing is always so beautiful, so moving, so brilliant, always so full of what you are, a wonderful sensitive soul with a heart the size of the universe. Yes you are a wonderful universe dear Jennae, you are an universe who holds so many experiences in you, so much light, and the light of your precious father is shining through you to all of us, with so much radiance.
I'll be listening to Jim Morrison all day long admiring the soul of your father in a brilliant star in the sky ✨
🥺🥺🥺 Thank you so much for your love Forrest.
We are very far a part but our connection is so strong and deeply meaningful to me. Thank you for always being here, especially for my most delicate and vulnerable poems. I almost feel like you are our poetry dad here on Substack in our little community of poets. I believe my dad would have really liked you and read all your work and would have wanted to have a good chat with you about life and the doors.
Your kind and supportive words mean so much to me. Thank you for reading and holding my heart in yours.
It honestly makes me want to cry that you’ll be listening to Jim in tribute, thank you so much for your love filled soul.
The Doors your father must have played. “Love me two times babe. I’m going away “ (to war). The loss and grief are personal, but like marmite spread in every moonlight and cranny on toast gets to fulfill your craving. The drip of sweat or water from a clean shaven face evaporates just as the spirit disappears. Grief comes/goes, just see images of loved ones as luminous faces in your dreams. They haven’t gone anywhere. They visit every night. Leave the door open. Play a song, listen to the the rain
Richard, what a gift it is to receive your poetry. It is such a comfort and a light. I cannot express how much this means to me. Thank you for reading and for being here ❤️🩹
The heart mends. The mind remembers. See the people who left to the other side. Let them be your guide.
Thank you so much for these lovely words Richard, they bring me so much comfort. 🤍
„Oh what I would do
to put their socks on one more time.“ This one hit the most. It’s the simple things I guess. I’m a bit out of words. Your poem is so deep and honest. Your grief but on the other hand the wonderful relationship you and your father had. That makes it even more sad. Your words really go deep. Great poem. 🖤
🥺 Thank you so much for reading and being here, I appreciate you so much. It feels so supportive to receive your words 🫂🤍
I always love reading what you create. 🫶
Thank you so much, the feeling is mutual 🫶🏻💖
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Oh Jennae, it’s so beautiful how you wrote your grief into medicine! These words are so incredibly moving 🥺🫂 you are an alchemist 💛
Thank you so much 🥹 This means so so much to me Miriam! 🫂❤️🩹 Thank you for reading and holding my words so tenderly.
Thank you for sharing your heart with us, jennae.
Thank you so much for reading Paul and for holding my heart for a little while 🤍
these were beautiful and a bit gut wrenching, but most of all, so loving. a beautiful ode
Thank you so so much for reading! I appreciate your words and time 🤍 Thank you for holding the complexity of these feelings with me.
Such tender and beautiful, sad but wonderful words!
Thank you so much Valerie 🥺 I really appreciate you reading and being here. Thank you for your time and words 🤍🤍
Beautiful sweet Jennae. Sending so much love, warmth and hugs. 🙏🏻
Thank you so much Cynthia 🫂 So grateful for you. Thank you for reading 🤍
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This is achingly beautiful, raw, and filled with so much tenderness, it feels like your heart is speaking directly to the page. The way you’ve captured grief as both heavy and luminous, as a reflection of the love shared, is deeply touching. Thank you for sharing something so vulnerable and powerful; it’s a gift to all who read it❤️🩹❤️🩹
Thank you my friend, it really did feel raw and like my heart poured onto the page with this one. Usually I’d try to polish it more but these are the words that fell out as the waves of grief hit me. Thank you for being here and witnessing with such tenderness. You mean so much to me, I hope you know that ❤️🩹❤️🩹
Thank you for sharing this poem. It speaks to me about absence, also presence.
Thank you so much for reading Peter, it means the world to me. Thank you for taking the time to share your reflections with me, grief really does make the feeling of absence and presence so much more tangible.
You’re very welcome, jennae.
That was heart wrenchingly sad, traumatic and brilliantly moving.
Thank you so much Felkja for reading and taking some time to comment. It means so very much to me. 🤍
This is beautiful Jeanne. So beautiful and even though it is so sad you lost your father the love and relationship you had with him seems like a gem. Something rare and beautiful. Thank you for sharing xox
Thank you so much for being here Hannah, it means so much. I cherish your words and your time to read this 🤍