Hi there, moms and other mommying friends,
Today I’m sharing a creative piece it has taken me over ten days to write. I have been in denial for the past few years that a poet I admire greatly is sick.
This is the thing when you are a creative—or maybe just when you are a big cry baby, you can’t learn of something so big and process it as a singular emotion. I’m sad, yes. But I’m also many other things. And those other things need to come together to make something, but it’s not always easy to figure out what that is. Today it’s this poem/creative piece.
I don’t need to tell you that it’s a wildly scary world right now. It feels dark. I wrote a few weeks ago about how parents must persevere in the face of this darkness as to pull our children into the light.
And in that vein, I thought about the world without Andrea Gibson, and what that world might look like someday. And how the world will be something less than it is now.
Poets have fueled me my entire life. When the poets are gone, what then?
So I wrote this piece. It’s sad and probably overly sentimental. But it is how I feel right now in this moment.
Anyway— here it is.