February’s Call – A Poem by Brandon White

Hello Friends,

A frozen morning spent in deep thought about the bad habits that, in our grief, silently, become as familiar as our own hands. February is a difficult month. A free verse poem follows:

February’s Call:

I’m happy to report
that the poems
were more than a product
of my grief

They were
a vehicle
for me to send
you back into the world,

a way to tear you
from the hands of finality
to breathe new life
on the page

I still catch you
in the corner of my eye,
on the edges
of memory,

calling from the blood
that warms the hand
that soothes your grandchild's
aching knees

-Brandon White

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