(on coping with the loss of someone close)
Somehow, I’ve always held a philosophical view of coping with the death of someone close to you as transmuting all your locked in memories of them, as of their spirit and their soul, from the physical to the deeply spiritual, to yield a kind of ‘foreverness’ and an amazing forgiveness, which is at the same time taken as well as received. The immediate loss is hard to bear, but there comes a time when you realise the only things you cannot do is hug them, but even this can be felt simply by virtue of the fact that the spirit and soul of someone you are close to is impregnated in yours.
I like to think this poem is, for me, another celebration of the enduring power of love.
(Read the Poem)