When do we say good-by
\nsmall thing,
\nlittle thing,
\nwing broken in the bushes,
\nshadows for a nest.
\nGood-by.
\nI said good-by to day
\nto allow the night to return,
\nopened a door
\nto let out the loneliness of good-by.
\nSo the future could meet the past
\nand heal its wound.<\/p>\n
I cherish the good-by of my mother,
\nby the faith of her love
\nwhen she said good-by.
\nWhen the stroke
\nhad robbed her of her voice,
\nand words.
\nThe winter afternoon was dark outside.
\nThe hospital echoed with farewells,
\nand as I walked from her silence,
\nI heard her voice,
\nGood-by Ted,
\nand I turned,
\nand said good-by to her
\nagain.<\/p>\n
How vast the space inside us.
\nThe good-by of a mother to her son.
\nYet we held each other,
\nwhere there are no farewells.
\nSo, the fragile life of a bird,
\nthe last return of day,
\nmy mother who never left,
\nbid farewell,
\nand I told them in my heart,
\nnever,
\nthere are no goodbyes,
\nwithout hello.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
When do we say good-by small thing, little thing, wing broken in the bushes, shadows for a nest. Good-by. I said good-by to day to…<\/p>\n