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Ibsen’s fire

they burned my child

each piece and every page burned

and she died alone my child

I’ve tried to forgive them

not for their sakes but for mine

not much progress there but I try

I haven’t lost my ability to love

a miracle of being older and wiser

good people are easy to love

the others can be treated kindly or avoided

even so the loss of my child is endless

for the most part I don’t think of or believe in God

in something but not God Holy Spirit maybe

but mostly life the good parts and the bad parts

it’s real it all happens

and I live through it

for awhile at least

and that’s God and Heaven and Hell enough for me

here is another small fact

when my daughter died my child

fear was born

fear that people I love the most will be taken away

that I’ll lose them in some stupid way when I least expect it

so I always expect it

expect that my love will have to do that one more time

encompass death again encompass being to not being in me

whenever my wife goes on a trip or drives off as far as a couple of towns away

I’m afraid . . .

and I pray directly to a God who probably doesn’t exist

and I include the others I love the most the one’s I think might need protecting

two alive but not in my life

two no longer living my sister gone wherever perhaps to nowhere but somehow safe and my daughter who may not be

and one the first name in my prayer

the one I pray for to protect myself the one still here with me

I say God please protect her please bring her home safe

and then because the connection is valuable my reaching out to a nothing that feels like something the state of my mind and heart helpless but active

and I say      God take care of my child hold her and protect her then I say protect and I say my second wife’s name and sometimes I say protect and I say my son’s name and sometimes more words and names come tumbling out

tumbling in I mean into me

my consciousness

when it stops I say thank you

I like it . . . that in those few moments of my thoughts

my prayer the God I don’t believe in has power everywhere in each world

life and death and distance love and fear are no different

and each can be touched as one

from Ann — 10 poems for my daughter — Bill Eberle

June 3 and 4, 2012

revised August 27, 2012 and February 4, 2023

© 2015, 2026 Bill Eberle