Memorial Day, Written from the Inside
My favorite lines
Grief is not theater.
Memory does not perform.
There is no uniform for mourning.
Let this day change you.
Even a little.
Let the remembering cost something.
It should.
Good grief…said without intentional irony…this means so much to me Joe. You speak directly to all grievers. I feel a sense of awe in belonging to such a group. Thank you 🙏
Utterly every word... What a beautiful poem this is…
My dad always says the only way to honour the dead is to celebrate the living and just really LIVE and I try to do this every single day.
Thank you so much Deester, I am of the same mind. Live like the sacrifice mattered.
Holy. Thank you.
“Let the wildflowers say something first.” 🌸🌻🌼🤍
My favorite line in this piece. Thank you!
This one is not only beautiful but reverent, Joe.
It reminded me my first All Saints' Day in the US, how I didn't know where to go to pay my respect, so far from home and our traditions.
I went to church to light my candles, but there were only tiny push-buttoned lamps... and the candles I had stayed in my bag.
but I still remembered.
I wish I had this guidance back then.
Possibly the most beautiful, fitting tribute to those we remember.
This is so beautiful. As a middle aged women living without my parents or in-laws. It was a needed read. Thank you!
*woman
Beautiful beyond words, Joe. Respect.
I love this. Sometimes I don't know how to grieve and I feel like you opened a doorway.
Such a beautiful way to remember. ✌️❤️
💞
Breathtakingly beautiful, Joe.
💖🫂
This poem has affected me deeply. Any superlativies I could say would just sound trite--so I'll just say thank you for writing and sharing it.
As with most of your writing, this gave me chills. Thank you for your service, Joe.
My favorite lines
Grief is not theater.
Memory does not perform.
There is no uniform for mourning.
Let this day change you.
Even a little.
Let the remembering cost something.
It should.
Good grief…said without intentional irony…this means so much to me Joe. You speak directly to all grievers. I feel a sense of awe in belonging to such a group. Thank you 🙏
Utterly every word... What a beautiful poem this is…
My dad always says the only way to honour the dead is to celebrate the living and just really LIVE and I try to do this every single day.
Thank you so much Deester, I am of the same mind. Live like the sacrifice mattered.
Holy. Thank you.
“Let the wildflowers say something first.” 🌸🌻🌼🤍
My favorite line in this piece. Thank you!
This one is not only beautiful but reverent, Joe.
It reminded me my first All Saints' Day in the US, how I didn't know where to go to pay my respect, so far from home and our traditions.
I went to church to light my candles, but there were only tiny push-buttoned lamps... and the candles I had stayed in my bag.
but I still remembered.
I wish I had this guidance back then.
Possibly the most beautiful, fitting tribute to those we remember.
This is so beautiful. As a middle aged women living without my parents or in-laws. It was a needed read. Thank you!
*woman
Beautiful beyond words, Joe. Respect.
I love this. Sometimes I don't know how to grieve and I feel like you opened a doorway.
Such a beautiful way to remember. ✌️❤️
💞
Breathtakingly beautiful, Joe.
💖🫂
This poem has affected me deeply. Any superlativies I could say would just sound trite--so I'll just say thank you for writing and sharing it.
As with most of your writing, this gave me chills. Thank you for your service, Joe.