Archive for July, 2025

Grief is a long journey

July 16, 2025

Grief. Grief is a long journey.
It has many faces, each one different.
Each one real. Each one, your own.

No matter what you’re feeling,
that’s what you’re feeling.
“Wherever you go, there you are.”

We are the ones still here,
the ones missing her,
the ones left behind,
the ones coming to terms.

And in our society, we don’t DO grief well.
We are not comfortable with death in general,
even though every one of us — loses someone,
and has to cope with loss.

One day at a time,
one step at a time,
one morning at a time,
one night.

We can talk about it,
write a poem,
pray for her,
paint a picture,

do things in her honor,
talk to a friend,
share memories,
do something for someone else,

It is a long journey,
it never ends,
at least, not until you see her again,
but here we are, it is okay to feel

whatever way, today, you feel.

Some days you put one foot in front of the other,
you don’t get done all you wanted to do,
you lie on the couch, just think about her,
give yourself some time for you,

Take a breath, breathe in,
let it out, release your fears,
release your worries and all the sorrow,
sleep again, wake up tomorrow.

cfblack, 7-16-25

Spirit daughter

July 13, 2025

Spirit daughter,

Daughter of light,

I feel your spirit

throughout the night,

Throughout this time of grief and sadness,

you are there, I am aware.

I feel you, your whole being,

all the woman that you were,

You had come into your own,

now you are flying

freer than free,

throughout the heavens,

on a new path,

a new creation that never fades,

You will always be with me,

Gratitude mingles with tears.

cfblack, 7-13-25

6 seconds

July 13, 2025

I think through those last seconds of your life,

that no one wants to think about.

I NEED to think through them, feel them, know them,

because I know you, and you were strong.

You were SO brave, this was your passion.

You were happiest in the clouds,

You knew the risks! studied day and night,

took classes, learned from others,

bought altimeters, your own parachute,

and you loved to watch others land.

We still don’t know exact circumstances,

You were making your descent,

you and another got too close,

your parachutes entangled.

“Don’t delay, cut away,” you cut away your parachute,

the other diver’s chute inflated, your reserve did not,

A freefall from 800 feet

takes 6 seconds to the ground,

This is all the time you had,

as you fell into the arms of God.

Six seconds of descent,

six seconds of lift and flight,

God carried you gently, through the doorway

to new worlds of grace, and light.

cfblack, 7-12-25

poem for Jasmine

July 7, 2025

They say your body has been released.

I look at your picture, your beautiful face,

Remember your laughter, your determination

to be ALL that you could be.

I look at your picture, your flowing blonde hair,

Your bright blue eyes, your faith and love.

You had the bluest eyes in the family,

Now you see all the worlds of God.

I look at your picture, your smiling face,

Do you know, how much I love you?

Send me a sign, please be my angel,

Be happy, wherever it is you are.

I can’t picture life without you,

You were my bright and shining star!

The way you fought what life threw at you,

Wrote in journals,

Memorized prayers,

You felt so free when you were flying,

Now you fly through the worlds of God.

Your broken body, your broken bones,

It was immediate, you felt no pain,

You cut your chute, the other one lived,

Saving one is better than losing two,

And whoever you are, know we are HAPPY for you.

Jasmine, you did everything right,

You did the only thing left to do,

You were perfect in every way,

We all have flaws, but you had few,

I don’t know how we will live without you,

Please pray for me, as I pray for you.

cfblack, 6-25-25

Loss

July 7, 2025

I go to bed to dream of you,

to take away the feeling of your loss,

to lie in the darkness in peace, and think of you.

I don’t dream of you,

awake with first light, hear the birds singing,

imagine it is you, singing in the next world.

The loss returns.

I feel your lovely spirit always with me, wherever I go,

wherever I am. But still, I miss you.

Today I will work on pressing flowers from your funeral,

watch videos about molds and resin, to create momentos

for family members.

It gives me something to do, while I think of you.

cfblack, 7-1-25

Morning haiku

July 7, 2025

Morning comes again,

after the grief of night, when

we are missing you.

cfblack, 7-7-25