More Than a Thousand Mornings

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Reflected sunrise

Serpentine gold-orange chains, flickering loosely on the water’s surface 

Slip away and twinkle, gently lifting waves, bright fleeting punctuation

Not labyrinthine, like plaited vines, coiled invaders wrapped around trunks of hay-colored winter bark 

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Waves touch down and stir up clouds which burst and disappear as quickly as fireworks, but silently

Like ashes poured into the sea, blurring edges

The way things look through tears

Snow to dirt, rocks to pebbles and shells, sand to water, sea to sky, sun to earth

Receding from shore are Matryoshka boot prints, each a silvery map, oblong and ever-widening where long-gone visitors crashed through crusted snowdrifts

Leaving nesting entry wounds smoothed by thaws, frozen over and over

Next to them are paw prints the size of a toddler’s outstretched hand

(No dogs in sight today, though wind mimics the way they exhale winter air in sharp bursts)

Our children traced their hands on fabric that endures and on construction paper from which bright colors have leached, brilliant red to light brick, Kelly green to weak pea soup

Their newborn footprints were stamped on hospital paper in blue ink, toes smaller than the blush blue and white-pink periwinkles clustered along the rocky shore

Their faces as they looked at their father when he could hold them in one arm, their perfect heads cupped in the hand that bore his wedding ring

My boots stay atop today’s unyielding ice coating, so my footprints are no different than yours

Which are not here

Just like that day, this day

At the beginning of Spring

When you became not here

But everywhere

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About Stephanie

In her spare time, Stephanie works full-time, and then some, as an attorney. She has published articles and delivered talks in arcane fields like evidentiary issues, jury instructions, expert witnesses, and forensic evidence. She also is an adjunct professor at a law school on the banks of the Charles and loves that dirty water, as she will always think of Boston as her home. You are welcome to take a look at her Facebook author page, or follow @SMartinGlennon on Twitter. All content on this blog, unless otherwise attributed, is (c) 2012-2016 by Stephanie M. Glennon and should not be reproduced (in any form other than re-blogging in accordance with Wordpress protocol and the numerous other wee buttons at the bottom of each post) without the express permission of the domain holder.
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5 Responses to More Than a Thousand Mornings

  1. A M says:

    Such honorable sadness on this day. We will never forget your loss, our loss, everyone’s loss on this day. He is in our hearts with love — now and forever.

  2. Nothing can describe how this affected me. I feel your sorrow.

  3. Jeff Sinon says:

    Beautiful words and photos Stephanie.

  4. Pingback: Improbable Morning | Love in the Spaces

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