Poetry

Taking Flight – Graduation Day

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 6 Comments

As he walks away,

the unknown grows inside me,

a tightness inside my chest.

His graduation is a forced exhale and I

breathe in the flight to come.

It was an illusion that he was ever mine,

from the start. He never belonged to me.

I was always ever the warm nest

from which he would someday fly.

© Alicia Grimshaw

Dedicated to all of the parents of graduates.  Yes, part of your heart is stepping out into the world to touch the lives of others. Let it go. Part of it will stay with you forever. What a privilege to experience this amazing journey of expanding love. Congratulations.

 

 

 

 

Farewell To Come

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 3 Comments

Like drops of rain

your temporary presence is

sliding away in moments

reflected in your eyes.

I ache with holding the love

and the loss to come

while we dance in this final day.

 

What is there to say

that we have not already lived?

The moment will soon arrive

a storm inside me

words a jumble on my tongue

there is no good way to watch you

walk back to your other life.

© Ali Grimshaw 2016

 

 

 

The Path

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 7 Comments

The path we share sometimes forks.

Here a place to pause among trees.

Conversations in layers like leaves on the forest floor.

Shadows arrive, shake us with views of separate routes.

I kiss your hand with love as I release it.

Fly above the forest if you are called to.

I will not let you deny yourself

to keep us on the same path.

Together we can travel

only if

you will still seek.

© Alicia Grimshaw revised version 2017

 

 

 

 

Your Message

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 5 Comments

Why is it that the words on your lips

do not match your face?

A perplexing incongruence

leaving me wondering which to trust

the sweet promise of your mouth or

the words my soul knows to be the truth.

© Ali Grimshaw

Interruption

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 6 Comments

Pulled from sleep by fears of failure.

Stumbling down a hallway of thought.

Was it lack of effort, stubbornness

or a tunnel of perspective with only one exit,

that lead me to this worried space

awake before the sun has risen?

© Ali Grimshaw