Walking River Road

tall grasses by river

to the river by which
I walked daily at one
a puppy, my first dog.

After 40 years of fear
I got one and trembled
at the holding of him,
a whopping 3 pounds.

Soon after he came
my older brother died,
suddenly and too young,
leaving behind
too much and too many,
and I needed to kennel the pup
to travel to NJ.

On return, I found
a star magnolia,
base wrapped in burlap,
sitting outside my garage
and a card from the ladies
in my Sunday School class.

We planted it
off the side of the driveway
on the right
where something always seemed missing,
and every Spring
on the anniversary of my brother’s passing
it blooms full.

When the weather warmed enough
and the puppy grew enough,
I started taking him
down to the river road,
same time each day.
We needed to learn to walk together.

There I processed
and wondered
and whispered into the breeze
and the roar of water
flowing over the dam,

Six months later,
I was no closer to answers,
but wouldn’t trade for anything
what I’d learned,
how to walk with it.



About Marilyn

Reading, thinking, listening, writing and talking about faith, creativity, ESL for refugees, grief and finding the story in a story. Student of Spanish. Foe of procrastination. Cheez-it fan. People person with hermit tendencies or vice-versa. Thank you so much for reading.
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2 Responses to Walking River Road

  1. Katie says:

    This warms my heart and gives me hope.


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