Vivian Eyres Comments
The inspiration for these poems started with an off-handed comment. Over lunch with a colleague, I outlined a teaching idea on my paper napkin. She said she had another such napkin from almost a decade ago. Though we laughed over my quirkiness, later the exchange made me sad. Why?
The answer led me to my father, how my sister and I inherited his habit. To expand this notion, I wrote a suite of poems themed around how my family coped with loss. How we can coax that stallion, Grief, to sleep, just to have him gallop across miles to surprise us.
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