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In Spring the Gardener Finds Out Death

March 13th, 2013 by Adam G.

From mysliveroflife.blogspot.com

From mysliveroflife.blogspot.com

In Spring the gardener finds out death.
He finds which limbs did not o’erwinter.
Some stems twig and bud and bloom,
Some stems splinter.

I lost a limb some seasons back,
Of my flesh, my firstborn daughter.
Time dried the break, but I still lack
The fruits–a moiety of laughter.

The occasion of the poem.
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Comments (12)
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March 13th, 2013 10:55:58
12 comments

Vader
March 13, 2013

Is that your own composition, Adam?

Beautiful either way.

Excuse me a moment. Damn photoreceptors fogging up again. Must be this spring weather.


Adam G.
March 13, 2013

I wrote it this morning. Its rough and abrupt, not unlike the manner of her going.

I thought about replacing “discover” with “finds out,” but I couldn’t come up with a suitable replacement for the “finds” in the next line. Maybe “knows.” “Learns” is a lot of alliteration, and I’ve learned I have no ear for how much alliteration is too much.

[Update--"discover" changed to 'finds out']

[Update--"smoothed" changed to "dried"]


Patricia K
March 13, 2013

Adam, please consider submitting this to WIZ.

pk.wizadmin@gmail.com


MC
March 13, 2013

Every time I read a remembrance like this, I hug my kids a little harder that day.


Vader
March 13, 2013

Adam,

Would it be too extraordinarily weird if I said that I envy you?

If you think about it long enough, I think you’ll come to understand what I’m saying.


Adam G.
March 14, 2013

Self-knowledge chokes self-envy.


Brian Woodward
March 14, 2013

I’m not sure I understand Vader’s envy. I am where Adam was years ago, mourning the loss of a young daughter to cancer. I think of you often, Adam, and wonder when the daily pain will subside, when I can hear Clara’s favorite primary songs and not have to leave the room.

This world isn’t good enough for some of God’s greatest children.


Vader
March 14, 2013

Brian,

My thinking can be summed up in the old chestnut, “Better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”


Adam G.
March 14, 2013

Worth a read:

“Grief is the natural by-product of love.”

http://www.lds.org/ensign/2013/02/the-refining-fire-of-grief?lang=eng


Patricia K
April 3, 2013

Thanks, Adam.


Patricia K
April 3, 2013

To add: While my daughter is still alive, after almost 21 years, I still grieve the loss of the life with her that I’d anticipated.

Adam, this poem struck chords in me for that reason. It mattered to be able to work with you on it.

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