The Project
I began a book project near and dear to my heart almost two
years ago. A project dedicated to the theme of grandparent grief through the
genre of poetry for the most part. My original title for the poetry was, “Plant
Them A Garden,” but I saw the need to change this. Through my interaction
with grandparents the title became apparent. I call the book idea, “Hidden
Poetic Voices: A Reflective Work of Grief, Faith, and Poetry.”
This labour of love has taken me into dark places and
places of joy as I write the poems. There are poems written to draw out the
horror and life changing sadness grandparents experience. I try to balance the
horror with glimpses of hope.
To date I have over one hundred poems in progress. There is
a process I use as I bring my poetry together. The poems all depend on the stories
of grandparents who grieve. Most of the stories I hear or read focus on the
death of a grandchild and how this grief impacts the lives of grandparents.
The Process
Please allow me to explain an idea of my process for
writing my poetry. This process is like how I make soup as the cooler months
come upon us. I often make a broth from a cooked turkey or chicken carcass. Bring
the water to a boil and remove the carcass bones. Fresh as possible vegetables,
as well as leftover turkey or chicken meat are added to the broth. Salt is
added to the mix to taste. I never serve the soup on the day I make it. The
soup is cooked on a low heat overnight. The next day the soup is tested for
taste. Once I am satisfied the ingredients are ready to party the soup is
enjoyed.
The illustration of how to make soup serves well as I write
poetry. Each poem is a result of hearing stories of grandparents who grieve.
Once a story is explained I take time to process the person’s grief experience.
The story is the stock of the poetry. I begin to write a poem to capture the
essence of the grief story. The words, thoughts, emotions, of the stories, are
the ingredients of the poems. In time I will know when the book, the soup, is
ready to serve.
The Voice
The most common opinion I hear from grieving grandparents
is, “we don’t have a voice.” This need for a voice is my motivation for this
project.
Grandparent voices are often hushed by the grief experience
of their adult children. This is often a result of the grandparent’s attempt to
be, “strong,” for their children. They believe their grief comes second to the
grief of everyone else. When grandparents speak about their grief, they use few
words. Their few words are often poetic and find their way into hearts and ears
ready to listen.
In a culture known to deny or evade death and grief we must
be gentle as well as real with our words. Every poem sent into the world
through, “Hidden Poetic Voices,” is meant to comfort and heal those who
grieve.
Although I am two years into this project I am not
frustrated, neither do I have any intention of laying it aside. I am not going
to rush the process. My current part of the process takes time as I review and
revise the poems. I love this part. Through this process my hope is the poems
will speak with one, “voice.”
Alan lives in Deroche, B.C. with his wife, Terry, and their
poodle, Charlie. He contributed stories to Good Grief People by Angel Hope
Publishing, 2017; Story by Story: The Power of a Writer, Unstoppable Writers
Publishing, 2018; Easter Stories & More by InScribe Christian Writers’
Fellowship, 2021. He is currently working on a book expressing the grief of
grieving grandparents entitled, Hidden Poetic Voices: A Reflective Work of
Grief, Faith, and Poetry. Alan periodically writes articles for FellowScript
Magazine. He has written posts for our InScribe blog since 2015. Blog:
https://scarredjoy.ca.
Alan, what a sacred project and what a wonderful analogy. Thank you for sharing your process and the trust you put in God to make it come to pass. I was deeply moved when I read that so many grandparents have no voice for their grief. Thank you for giving them one.
ReplyDeleteHi Sharon! I am humbled to anticipate being a voice for grandparents who grieve. I hope "Hidden Poetic Voices," will also raise awareness to this grieving population.
DeleteThank you for working on this project, Alan. I can see your love and joy reflected back at you in your granddaughter's body language. Your desire to dig deeply and share richly will be a huge gift to grieving grandparents.
ReplyDeleteGrandparents love deep because we've had a lot of practice over the years when we loved our own children deeply too.
Yes, we have heartfelt words that beg to be heard.
Blessings ~ Wendy Mac
Dear Wendy...You are right. When we love deep, we also grieve deep. The photo of the garden at the top of the post is the memorial garden my wife and I planted in memory of our five grandbabies in heaven. Take care, my friend.
DeleteYour "soup" analogy was wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Tracy! The analogy seems to fit how I write.
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