The loss of someone or something can be a source of immense creativity. The grief of losing a loved one can be alleviated somewhat by the outpourings of the heart, whether that be a piece of writing, a drawing or even something like gardening. I wrote this poem in the memory of my uncle who died nearly two years ago and yet I seem to think of him every moment.
I open the chest of drawers,
of my memories.
In the drawer marked ‘childhood’,
As sure as the black and white photographs,
You live on
In the warmth of love.