The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (1929)
Once Broken, Healed
What is loss, but an empty space?
And what is an empty space,
but that which waits to be filled?
The last generation that was,
at the time of your passing,
was not the last generation.
That which follows holds a place
of its own that encompasses
that which once was, always will be,
you, knowing all that you were
and all that you held.
This poem is another response to dVerse Poetics – One True Sentence, the prompt from Lisa at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to use one of the sentences provided, quotes from the works of Ernest Hemingway to write a poem.
When my father died in 1993 he had eight grandchildren, aged from one to twenty-two. There are now fourteen great-grandchildren (including two adoptions). All of them know, or will know, him.
Shared with Open Link Night #295 – Midsummer Live at dVerse Poets Pub.