The Long Grief Journey

This piece was originally published on my Healing Handcrafting site, but I wanted to share it here with you. It’s relevant to grief and how I use fiber art and creativity to engage with and interact with my loved ones who are no longer with us. I will have more to say on this as I just started a piece that has things in it my mom used in her artwork. ~ bradie

Playing with my Ancestors

In my space
circling around materials and ideas
I found my great-grandparents
Not all but some,
And then it started.
Do you like this color?
Did you have this flower in your garden
That was in the back of your little house
Where you made my brother and me
The most delicious hamburgers
In a frying pan, with butter and salt?
I remember you and your dear love.
Mom told me you held hands when you slept at night.
And you, great-grandmother I never met,
Whose teacups I have but am not graceful enough to use.
Maybe you know I’d slug the coffee that could fit in that dainty piece of porcelain in one gulp,
Apologies.
I feel loved by you and can feel you through the veil.
I’m glad we got to play.