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.