A Poem of Loss
written by: Ger White
I no longer miss his face, but I sorely miss his space
When we were out, his space protected
Wrapped around me if I felt dejected
He held his space when we spoke with friends
Kept that distance so we could see ourselves
He was quiet. Yet his space made a difference
I don’t miss his face, I miss his space!
I feel a duty to refill “our space”
However – it’s still just me
Love is missing where he used to be
I don’t miss the man, don’t miss his face
But I sorely miss his quiet space.
APRIL 2020 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Gerardine White - (also called Ger) grew up in wild open country of West Limerick, Ireland. Her country life is represented in her poems and has a strong bearing on her core values and education. She inherited the skill of poetic rhyme from both of her parents and her Grandad. This past year she was published in four Anthologies from Clarendon House Publications. Some of her poems will already have appeared in Ballyguiltenane Rural Journal over time. She had the pleasure of spending an evening with Seamus Heaney in Dublin in 2011. It was later very humbling to read a testimonial of her work:
“Your poetry reminds me of Seamus Heaney” (Grant Hudson - Clarendon House Publications)
"Poems by Ger have the ability to lift the soul and bring it to a place of peace and calm"
(Peg Prendeville, Poet. - The Purple Pencil)
“Your poetry reminds me of Seamus Heaney” (Grant Hudson - Clarendon House Publications)
"Poems by Ger have the ability to lift the soul and bring it to a place of peace and calm"
(Peg Prendeville, Poet. - The Purple Pencil)
Latest posts by Ger White (see all)
- A Poem of Loss - August 30, 2023
- I’m Leaving The Light On - May 24, 2023
- Christmas Eve Chorus - December 24, 2022
