For Pat, March 21, 20013

Where does the heart go When the body can’t keep pace? You are here, in mine.   Last work

Where does the heart go
When the body can’t keep pace?
You are here, in mine.

 

The sun

Last work

Author: Janice

A creative. Lifelong Marylander. After many odd jobs of adolescence and college, have always worked as a writer and published essays, op-eds, articles, and poetry in national news media and small presses. Collection of poetry, "Saturday at the Gym", about boxing, aging, and motherhood; collection of artwork and poetry, "What Are Mothers For?" On the verge of an empty nest for the first time in 30 years, my question is: What am I for?

One thought on “For Pat, March 21, 20013”

  1. It is a beautiful haiku, Janice.I agree with you- When a person passes away, although the body no longer exists in the world, the spirit is inherited in the family’s, friend’s heart forever. Pat’s art is also very beautiful. Thank you for sharing. Yukari

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