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My husbands body was found after being lost for 5 years the 17th of June 1998. I wrote this poem the day I was informed by the police that the bones in question belonged to him. He actually was found in the most beautiful and powerful spots of Iceland. Still is a puzzle how he could have vanished for so long on this tiny island.

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Bone Day

That day when your death became reality touchable like my very own flesh That day the sky wept The sorrow of five long years came bursting out hitting me again and again What was this sorrow my own solitude my own sense of loss? Can't avoid the terror the fear I embrace it love it at the peak of the emotion The day they found you I dressed in white my black tears rolling down like grapes until transparent I knew by then I was healed The movement of denied feelings making me lighter stronger brighter as I sang out all your names in a current of sad joy The day they found you I dressed in white my eyes shining with the whole emotional scale my voice transforming from hurt to healing The day they found your weathered bones I dressed in white watered my plants of sorrow with my tears of joy

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