THE GIFT OF GRIEF.
She scoops it up
Cupped in her hands
And lifted high
Like incense.
It spirals gently up and up.
Her nostrils flare
The smell of driftwood.
Held heavy in her palms
But light as air.
His face appears
And disappears
Like fire flame images
To warm her heart.
He’s here
And There
Forever.
This is Gift.
With love from Mother in August 2018.
jmgoyder 
what a loving gift-
Very nice. I am sure this shows your emotions day to day
I can only say “wow.” Your mom is such an anchor for you, Julie. I understand about that. Sending you love and hugs.
What a beautiful gift.
Such a wonderful use of words to say in a poem what can be so difficult in prose.
What a beautiful poem
It is a good and pertinent poem.
❤