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Posted by Susan Dane (149.174.164.69) on 21:11:23 07/09/04

Dear Dr. Hammerschlag: A poem I wrote after my father passed seems to speak with your recent piece on Katherine Kubler-Ross and chocolates. I hope it comforts and heals someone in the midst of grief as was I at that time for my dad. It is titled:

PARALLEL

The dead are never really dead.
Their world runs parallel,
half here, half not,
a double exposure.
We box up life for our convenience,
but they come and go
on some indiscernible whim,
interject in conversations,
and visit their old haunts, nostalgic.
When my niece was barely three,
she saw my father in the bordering marshes,
wearing his hip high boots,
feeding the widowed swan.
Dad looked up and waved.
Katie waved back excitedly.
We told her she was wrong.
It was impossible.
But that evening we stood by the window
a long time watching.

Definition makes the world safe,
keeps it all in place;
But when we sleep, I suspect
we too break with convention,
trespass protocol and time zones
to wander about in the nebulous parallel.
Perhaps to them we seem transparent,
thin, half there, half not.
In the morning, we say it was a dream,
we've been somewhere;
the places and names we can't recall,
but on the tip of our mind, something,
something ever so near, everywhere,
and gone.

Susan Dane
1990

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Comments:	: Dear Dr. Hammerschlag: A poem I wrote after my father passed seems to speak with your recent piece on Katherine Kubler-Ross and chocolates. I hope it comforts and heals someone in the midst of grief as was I at that time for my dad. It is titled: : : : PARALLEL : : The dead are never really dead. : Their world runs parallel, : half here, half not, : a double exposure. : We box up life for our convenience, : but they come and go : on some indiscernible whim, : interject in conversations, : and visit their old haunts, nostalgic. : When my niece was barely three, : she saw my father in the bordering marshes, : wearing his hip high boots, : feeding the widowed swan. : Dad looked up and waved. : Katie waved back excitedly. : We told her she was wrong. : It was impossible. : But that evening we stood by the window : a long time watching. : : Definition makes the world safe, : keeps it all in place; : But when we sleep, I suspect : we too break with convention, : trespass protocol and time zones : to wander about in the nebulous parallel. : Perhaps to them we seem transparent, : thin, half there, half not. : In the morning, we say it was a dream, : we've been somewhere; : the places and names we can't recall, : but on the tip of our mind, something, : something ever so near, everywhere, : and gone. : : Susan Dane : 1990 :
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Dr. Carl A. Hammerschlag, M.D., CPAE, psychiatrist and author, is a professional keynote and motivational speaker. He speaks on a variety of topics including healthcare, mind body and spirit, health and wellness, mental healing and leadership. He has delivered motivational and keynote speaches to corporate and business clients around the world.