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a trauma expressed
given space to heal alone;
triumph emerges
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by Brad Frederiksen
for Grandpa
A heartfelt response to Prompt 20 – Myth – One Single Impression
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July 13, 2008 at 8:21 pm |
Indeed. And the journey out again is mythical.
July 14, 2008 at 6:28 am |
Thank you for sharing this wonderful match box and the story behind it. It’s wonderful that they have survided the decades. By the time I got to your haiku I was already overcome.
July 14, 2008 at 6:48 pm |
Patience and faith often sees the way through. Lovely story.
July 15, 2008 at 2:25 am |
Your few words were perfect for this image and story of the box.
July 15, 2008 at 4:46 am |
What a wonderful story! Thanks for sharing such a good example of healing.
July 15, 2008 at 5:28 am |
Absolutely superb! A tale well-told and one that reaches deep.
July 15, 2008 at 1:29 pm |
This is beautiful on many levels. The box is beautiful, the story and the love behind it is beautiful, and your poem is beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with us.
July 16, 2008 at 7:25 am |
We certainly need space to heal in all of our lives. Thank you for this small poem.
July 16, 2008 at 10:25 am |
a beautiful story of love… i cannot imagine how he got through each day… there is a man near where i walk and he sits outside in his garage, he collects branches and sands them down to a soft finish then lacquers them… he has hundreds of them.. don’t know if he even cares about selling… he is a vietnam vet and could not help but to think of him… i do not know if he has a love as yr grampa had… often wonder if he’s gonna be ok… as a collector of boxes, it is a mystery why i do…