Favorite line from your poem: "you don't need to fight"
Thomas was 33 when he wrote his version; his own run would end at just 39. I used to share his poem in literature classes with teens. It spoke boldly to their developmental spirit.
It wasn't until I saw my eight-year-old son collapse into the arms of his grandfather who rest in a hospice bed, that I saw Thomas' words in a new light. A light like you shine, Juliet. His grandfather wrapped his arms around my son with out a word. My son placed his head on his grandfather's chest and was held there until the sobs stopped. So peaceful and so beautiful and so much healing from a man whose run would end in just one more day. I said to myself, "do go gentle into the night., do go gentle." What a gift he gave my son -- "Free your emotions . . . everything will be alright"
I don't know if my son recalls that moment as vividly as I do, but I do know it resides within. Now at age 30, he wrote and recorded a song as part of his grief over the loss of a beloved professor. The song eerily emotes Thomas. There is great brilliance in those words, but I so prefer the gentle images of yours. I shall print and clip your poem and place it in my anthology along Thomas' and my son's.
Favorite line from your poem: "you don't need to fight"
Thomas was 33 when he wrote his version; his own run would end at just 39. I used to share his poem in literature classes with teens. It spoke boldly to their developmental spirit.
It wasn't until I saw my eight-year-old son collapse into the arms of his grandfather who rest in a hospice bed, that I saw Thomas' words in a new light. A light like you shine, Juliet. His grandfather wrapped his arms around my son with out a word. My son placed his head on his grandfather's chest and was held there until the sobs stopped. So peaceful and so beautiful and so much healing from a man whose run would end in just one more day. I said to myself, "do go gentle into the night., do go gentle." What a gift he gave my son -- "Free your emotions . . . everything will be alright"
I don't know if my son recalls that moment as vividly as I do, but I do know it resides within. Now at age 30, he wrote and recorded a song as part of his grief over the loss of a beloved professor. The song eerily emotes Thomas. There is great brilliance in those words, but I so prefer the gentle images of yours. I shall print and clip your poem and place it in my anthology along Thomas' and my son's.
Beautiful poem Juliet. Lots of love to you and your fabulous sisters (love the expressions in the picture ❤) xxx
Love it, so powerful Juliet ❤️Xx
The winds will keep on blowing, the flowers will keep on growing, the rivers will keep on flowing and loved ones will keep on knowing….
Your sisters are right, everything will be alright 🫶🤗
Beautiful ❤️🌻