Thanks to my poetry post on Friday, I found the following poem in my inbox this morning. My favorite line: “We see your raised face/at both sides of a day.”
We miss our loved ones so much more than just the holidays, though those days are the punctuation marks in that longing. If you’re missing someone today, may you find a bit of him or her in all those places you’re looking.
Love, Angela
Haunted
by Naomi Shihab NyeWe are looking for your laugh.
Trying to find the path back to it
between drooping trees.
Listening for your rustle
under bamboo,
brush of fig leaves,
feeling your step
on the porch,
natty lantana blossom
poked into your buttonhole.
We see your raised face
at both sides of a day.
How was it, you lived around
the edge of everything we did,
seasons of ailing & growing,
mountains of laundry & mail?
I am looking for you first & last
in the dark places,
when I turn my face away
from headlines at dawn,
dropping the rolled news to the floor.
Your rumble of calm
poured into me.
There was the saving grace
of care, from day one, the watching
and being watched
from every corner of the yard.
My Castle Heart Publications 
Lovely. And timely for me this Easter. Thanks for sharing.