Crisis Counselor Comments

Surreal description...... A view of a crisis counselor from the eye of the counseled? I think so, as she sank the story teller's boats.... with advice - advice about? Children falling asleep and drowning in a bath tub? This is very human C.J.... Human crisis affects us all in many different ways - but sometimes in the same way. I was 18 when my mother died many years ago. I was certainly beside myself. I remember carrying her coffin to the frozen hole in the cemetery - the ground was so frozen during the Indiana blizzard of 78 that we had to first sit and wait for the crew to finish digging the hole.... I remember thinking this is not how I want to bury my mother. I can't remember the priest's face - as he prayed over the grave - all of us huddled in a black mass around. I can't remember his face. I remember his colored robe, even his ears as small hairs fell over them, you know the fuzzy ones that you can only see when the light hits them just right. But where his face is supposed to be I can only see a flesh colored blob... no eyes, no nose, no mouth... Your poem is strikingly similar to many of Anne Sexton's poems. If you don't know them then you should check them out.... Good read....