tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677528108148079484.post2315698862705061590..comments2017-07-12T21:58:45.251-07:00Comments on 1853 Wood Street: honey I'm homeMatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183669038857985235noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677528108148079484.post-38376207747817139062014-05-08T21:08:01.637-07:002014-05-08T21:08:01.637-07:00Cora, thanks for your kinds words, 'tho I woul...Cora, thanks for your kinds words, 'tho I would like to revise the poem someday -- BTW, Cora Choi is in my writing workshop at UCSF, publishes her writing online, and also has a blog you can read at www.crcdesignstudio.com Matthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05183669038857985235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677528108148079484.post-38902586311436613812014-05-06T20:51:27.583-07:002014-05-06T20:51:27.583-07:00Your poem is really beautiful, Matt. Thank you for...Your poem is really beautiful, Matt. Thank you for sharing.Corahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07835105419588105676noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5677528108148079484.post-24615599891600033072013-12-07T11:05:06.476-08:002013-12-07T11:05:06.476-08:00Your poem touches a reality of grief whereby a dec...Your poem touches a reality of grief whereby a deceased loved one remains alive in image and memory. Very gradually over time, photos and memories may become so comforting that they are nearly equivalent to the presence of the one lost. Your poem persuades me that you are in the process of keeping Jean alive in your heart. Wherever she is, my guess is that your beloved wife is grateful knowing that first blossoms have even crossed your mind. Just as big decisions are made in moments, so, too, is healing. You and Jean had something special; going to the depth of your grief is the only way through.joninoreply@blogger.com