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I am participating in the
All participants are sharing stories about moments in their lives, writing
every day for the month of March 2021.
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers, for nurturing teacher-writers!
The morning after
my father died
last September
the sky was cloudy and gray
then the sun peeked through
pausing me
drawing me
embracing me
momentarily
a friend calls this
God's eye
she shouts
Hello, God!
I thought it more
a wink
a hello
a "you'll be okay"
from Dad
No, I'm not confusing
my Dad
with God
I just needed that
reveal of sun
in the midst of the dark
to imagine Dad
around
Now, exactly six months
feeling his absence
can you believe
the sun winked at me
again?
all along my walk
up and down the streets
in the midst of dreary and gray
there's that wink
of sun
breaking through
pausing me
drawing me
embracing me
tenderly
brightening my day
remembering
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always,
irregularly
- Maya Angelou
