Song of Your Passing – videopoem
The life arising from your dying
leaves an imprint in the air,
the way, after a concert,
I carry the music with me.
In the quiet, I am listening
to the long song of your passing.
There is no singing that’s not a ring,
no dying without the living.
You lift me into the circle
of a reverberating round.
©Susa Silvermarie 2026
Perfectly spoken words that describe how I am experiencing the loss of my sister. I am the one left standing, carrying their breaths with me now.
My morning Susa poem. My morning coffee. Love starting my day this way
Lovely remembrance, lovingly spoken!