Thank you. I have sometimes imagined my grandfather, who died alone in a hotel for vagrants a few days before my father was born, in this way. And the title inspires a writing prompt for a writing group that I have yet to gather.
Thank you ! What a lovely poem and tribute. We all I think have the family spirits folks we don’t know but know in a strange way. I never had anything like that and in my generation. But yes to the possible adoption I did encounter that one and I think sometimes of Jacob Marley and the chains he wore forged by his greed whereas I because of the storytelling in my family have these shadow human and many names of small stories. Brief instances like the sound of of a closing door.Perhaps more a laurel image of leaves in a wreathed circle - a better metaphor.
Your poem touched me greatly. I was adopted by a loving white family. However, my adopted mom was an alcoholic and I am a survivor of sexual abuse from a familymember. I found my birth family in 2012 and learned how lucky I was to have my adopted family. I guess no family is perfect.
Thank you for sharing that poem and your deepest thoughts. It reminds me of one of my books called Saving Lou where Lou is born a twin but the twin dies three days after birth. Lou spends his life thinking about Larry and how perfect he would have been compared to Lou who can't seem to do anything right. Larry is always on Lou's mind, just as Linda Sue is on your mind.
So much stolen, in so many ways.
Thank you. I have sometimes imagined my grandfather, who died alone in a hotel for vagrants a few days before my father was born, in this way. And the title inspires a writing prompt for a writing group that I have yet to gather.
Reading, and listening to your work has made me a better writer.
Thank you ! What a lovely poem and tribute. We all I think have the family spirits folks we don’t know but know in a strange way. I never had anything like that and in my generation. But yes to the possible adoption I did encounter that one and I think sometimes of Jacob Marley and the chains he wore forged by his greed whereas I because of the storytelling in my family have these shadow human and many names of small stories. Brief instances like the sound of of a closing door.Perhaps more a laurel image of leaves in a wreathed circle - a better metaphor.
Oh Sherman. What a beautiful tribute to your sister. You draw us into the what-ifs and maybes and I don’t knows brilliantly. Thank you.
Your poem touched me greatly. I was adopted by a loving white family. However, my adopted mom was an alcoholic and I am a survivor of sexual abuse from a familymember. I found my birth family in 2012 and learned how lucky I was to have my adopted family. I guess no family is perfect.
Boy, can you write! I traveled your story word by word.. that was amazing … ❤️
this is one of the most beautiful things i have read by you, i imagine it cost you something to put this down and make it live like it does.
Thank you for sharing that poem and your deepest thoughts. It reminds me of one of my books called Saving Lou where Lou is born a twin but the twin dies three days after birth. Lou spends his life thinking about Larry and how perfect he would have been compared to Lou who can't seem to do anything right. Larry is always on Lou's mind, just as Linda Sue is on your mind.
sigh. you write so deeply and with such empathy and in a universal all of us can feel, even if we weren't rez born and raised. thank you.
Beautiful, universal feeling. Thank you for allowing us to share them.
Thank you.
Love and family: gorgeous.
This just blows me away.
One of my rotation books is The dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. Page 105
Dead reckoning; Finding yourself bothered by someones death more than you would have expected.
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