I’ve not done NaPoWriMo before. Last year I dabbled, a poem here and there – but this year it feels necessary …
My father died in 1993, when I was 17, and I didn’t have the tools or the capacity to really grieve his death. There is complexity in that relationship, years of abandonment and hurt and disappointment … and, of course, there have been ramifications due to my inability to grieve … including my involvement in two very complex and neglectful and hurtful and disappointing marriages.
It’s time for me to heal. It’s time to let my father finally rest. NaPoWriMo 2019 will be dedicated to my dad, a written memorial and a step forward.
Heather Gwinn Poetry 