The Art of Grief and What Follows
Paintings and Writings by Tremain Smith
May 3, 5-9 pm: First Friday Opening
Sun, May 19, 2-4 pm: Art & writing workshop led by the artist
Wed, May 29, 6-8 pm: Closing Reception/Poetry Reading
All events are free and open to the public.
Let it blossom in its time
Let it unfold of its own accord
Slowly gently imperceptibly
Like that rare orchid you spoke of, Mom
In my window in the light of my window
protected by the pine and nestled in peace
Brand new bold stems have come
I made it, Mom. I made it through the grief.
I’m happy now. I’m living again.
Changed and sustained by your life and death I love you.
You fell into my soil
like the leaves from the trees
Bountifully nourishing my essence
strong, deep, solid
I can touch the sky
I touch the sky indeed.
Ever my encourager, now you are my guide, my holy being.
Remember how we said as you were leaving this earth:
“I place myself in the hands of holy beings.”
I do that now, while still on earth.
That line that stretches back
That’s where I meet you
|Thank you to Tremain Smith for the content of this post.|
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