My Bright Shadow - Patrick Jones (RT#29)

These are words written during Patrick's mother's diagnosis of leukaemia and after her death-mostly under a tree on the mountain where he would speak with her. No perfectly crafted sonnets but the raw breath of grief-of trying to work out what was, is and will be. We write to escape ourselves and to find ourselves-these poems are a testament to a life and to love. We are alone in our grief but connected to others' grieving and words are the threads stitching us together.