The oldest messenger in the universe,
through you we are able to travel back in time
and ‘see into the life of things.’
My son asked me if it would ever be possible to build a time machine,
I told him ‘we already have one.’
I also told him not to be afraid to die, one day,
because we are all made of light:
light which can’t be pinned down to one space and time
light which is infinite
light, containing every colour imaginable
light we barely understand, in all its photon brilliance:
the universal messenger
bearer of good tidings, seer of all things
banisher of fears.
© Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved
Remembering my sister
Today would have been her 50th birthday. She died five years ago from complications following a stem-cell transplant. Always in my heart and thoughts but rarely in my writing, because I’m still trying to process my grief.
The short story ‘Parallel Lines‘ was also inspired by her.
Light ? How you’ll describe it?
I was thinking you have a nice answer for it.
🤔 Ummm….To define the light, we have to allow ourselves to shine. Having a strong urge to shine, can tell you the existence and impact of light.
Sunlight inspires me a lot, especially in the early morning and the evening.
Me too, I know what you mean 😊
Your sister would have loved this beautiful poem. 🙂
Thank you Hobbo 🌈
I can’t even imagine, Ingrid, but a beautiful way to think about it. Sending you hugs from across the sea. 💙
Does your son remember her?
Thank you Merril 🙏 Benji remembers her, the last time we saw her was his 3rd birthday.
Light is what I feel… light shines on me … her light is my light…. Your poem is a glorious reflection of the universal glow that surrounds us …brilliantly done ingrid … 🌟
Thank you Ivor: may we all shine on 🌟
Yes the light is always on …
Beautiful. Your explanation to your son is so perfect. What a stunning way to honour your sister’s memory. I can’t begin to imagine your grief.
Thank you 🙏
Oh, Ingrid. This brought tears to my eyes.
Thanks David – sounds like the message got through.
Wow such a beautiful poem Ingrid and love and light to you and your beautiful sister that went too soon. hugs friend🤗❤️
Thank you Cindy 🤗🌈 ❤️
Image and poem brought a smile! The light is always there for us! 💗
Thanks Tricia, it is if we know where to look! 🌈
Beautiful, moving, and so true.
Thank you Deborah 🙏
The possibilities are endless, aren’t they-to ripple time and space carry with us the beautiful, and reflect more than we ever imagined. You’ve done this, closing the gap in time and in a way being with your sister again. The time machine, just as you described.
Thank you K.
I’m so sorry Ingrid, but I’m glad you can find your sister in the light. Your words to your son ar wise and true. (K)
Thank you Kerfe.
Ah, Ingrid… this is so touching. I am with David. It brought tears to my eyes.
Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for reading and for your kind comment Gabriela 🙏❤️
My pleasure Ingrid 🌹🥰❤️
I thought this was a beautiful poem before reading the note about your sister, and having read it, even more so. I hope your memories will bring you comfort. So beautifully written!
Thank you. My memories do bring me comfort 😊
A beautiful tribute 🙏🏽
Thank you Jude 🙏
My pleasure. 💜
Beautiful and deeply moving
Thank you 🙏
you honor Alison, and your own memory of her ~
I tried my best.
I’ve written to my daughter many times. I don’t know that I tried my best – but sometimes, it was enough just to try ~
I am sorry for your loss.
all of us have loss, don’t you think? In a way, I suspect it’s how there’s tomorrow.
Most definitely. Some of us have more of it than others, but if we live long enough we will all experience it.
mostly I write to Caleigh in November, but she visits from time to time. I wager that Alison does the same.
Yes she does.
Beautifully expressed, Ingrid! <3 I like your conversation with your son about immortality, imagery that will remain to inspire and comfort his him as he faces losses throughout his life. I am glad he can remember his aunt. <3
Thank you Cheryl, I am too 🙏❤️