Last Sailing, poetry by Gerry Stefanson at
Kumiko Hawkes - Shizen Photography (Gabriola Island)


Last Sailing

written by: Gerry Stefanson



you were the static on the phone
when claiming mother.
you poked me
on the lift to father’s door.
Confirming your work.

night sister slipped
you were the ice under my feet,
you wrote the silence
when our son melted.
Cold as ice.

you place distraction
when aunts and uncles fell.
you were the pause in
voice that stole hope.
Tear in our eye.

We will meet, I will know you.
Reef/Grief to my Passage.



Passages series photography by Kumiko Hawkes – Shizen Photography

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