From the beginning, Son you were our most profound joy, a fresh poem finely etched in old gold, holding fast to beauty and grace, faithful to your own gentle spirit
Just yesterday
I retrieved my soul at last,
moved by the placid persuasion of a psalm
reminding me of my rootedness
in the archives of heaven
In earlier times
life lay ahead, a rhythm of reciting tones,
a paced chant before all that somber news
and facing facts and the quiet homely work
of peacemaking for your sake
But this morning
I awoke a fading mendicant nun,
reading my own rich requiem Mass,
a celebration of my heart’s trove
and your constant love
Another breath or two
and I’m a whisper in your ear,
just an old story of someone who birthed you
now melting into the ground of Being
leaving only our hallowed cord
Listen now, Son, to the voice in the wind. . . . . .Listen, Son –
How love whooshes and swirls, encircles and fills,
echoing from our small Beginning
into the great Forever
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I’ve had so many thoughts about my son in the past month as we prepared for his wedding celebration. I feel I cannot put them into words and form, so I thank you for yours which remind me of all that is in my heart.
by 
Jamie Dedes' THE POET BY DAY Webzine 
Hi Jamie,
Here’s my third response:
Fixes It
As a parent you believe
you can fix everything.
when they’re in pain,
regrow bones, restore lost
blood, a pillow for their head,
neck hugged in bright,
playcentre foam
while enquiries are made,
you cry hugfulls,
then, you drive
as fast as you can,
imagine their absence as the worst
now, you make them laugh
warm their cold hands
push their hair away from their eyes
hold it, together
hold it …..together
hold it together
I can’t have
dogshit on surfaces,
settee and chairs,
kids in mucky diapers.
hold it together
but I have.
hold it together
but I have.
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Hi Jamie,
Here’s my second response:
Cuddled Sobs Cradled
hawk back shudder
at vacuum absence
of hugwarm.
Gutempty, boneneed
heartgripe ache
for those once close
now ashed in earth.
in my arms she sobs
for her mam’s voice,
and my heartsob
for my late mam’s voice.
Rhythm of her grief
as she nods on my chest
almost lulls me to sleep.
She shudders awake
heaves herself to the floor
as her mam, only on an errand
walks a smile through the door.
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Hi Jamie,
Here’s my first response:
New Soft
nervous she does
what she knows
pushes a pram
cuddles a baby
moves others’
toys that get
in her way
chews her toast,
sups her juice
asks where mummy is.
where her sisters are.
sobs at a boy
in a Spiderman mask,
rough and tumble
older boys.
wants her comfort cloth
climbs, head over heels
explores a soft world
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Oh, Jamie! You know how to squeeze my heart with this song, with this prayer, with those hands that embrace the whole universe!
https://bogpan.wordpress.com/2018/03/20/identical-with-a-twig/
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How sweet, Bozhidar!
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This is lovely, lyrical poem direct from the heart to the heart of any parent.It took me with it right from the first line.
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What a lovely comment,Frank. Thank you. Hope you will join in again this week.
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I’ve had so many thoughts about my son in the past month as we prepared for his wedding celebration. I feel I cannot put them into words and form, so I thank you for yours which remind me of all that is in my heart.
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That touches me, Priscilla. The photos you posted show how much caring there is.
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Beautiful. This goes straight to my heart.
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secondly…
https://sonjabenskinmesher.wordpress.com/2017/04/16/driving-past-the-woods/
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First response…..thanks Jamie
https://sonjabenskinmesher.wordpress.com/2017/07/03/boy-9/
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