Poem For My Father (the way love bends), Minneapolis, Minnesota, January 2015, © 2015 by QuoinMonkey. All rights reserved.

I found out about my father’s Death from reading an obit. He died on Halloween. I wrote three poems on a Royal typewriter. I had not seen him in years; he never responded to my letter. It is a lesson in letting go. It is a lesson in blood ties, and ties through Love. It is a lesson in the nature of human grief, something we may feel for that which was never ours.

-posted on redRavine, Sunday, January 11, 2015

Filed under: Body, Bones, Death, Family, Personal, Poetry, Practice, Relationships Tagged: death of a father, healing powers of poetry, Letting Go of What Cannot Be Held Back, writing through grief