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After the Death of a Child
 



 
 

 
What is STARS IN THE DEEPEST NIGHT?

STARS IN THE DEEPEST NIGHT - After the Death of a Child is a collection of poetry written after my twenty-one year old daughter Lori died in a car accident in 1991.  Because the poems give words to the intense range of emotions experienced after the death of a child, they offer solace to bereaved parents as well as help their friends and families better understand what they are going through.

 

Samples of poems from STARS IN THE DEEPEST NIGHT:
 
 

Memento Mori

We hadn't any warning,
the night it all went mad.
We knew not yet of quicksand,
or lives like broken glass.

The day was drenched in beauty,
the mountain sky of blue.
Pine needles had been cleared away,
cabin safe now summer through.

Good food and friends-shared laughter,
planning for the evening's fun,
then officers in the doorway,
bringing news that took the sun.

Telephone calls to parents,
legs like rubber, shaking so,
"How do we tell her sister?
Fifteen, much too young to know."

The long drive down the mountain,
midnight knock in such distress.
When she saw us, she gasped, "Lori?"
crying, hugged her, we said, "Yes."



 
 
 

The Long Forever

You left us so quickly,
there were no goodbyes.
How long this forever,
your death and our lives.

The sadness, the anger,
the loneliness of three,
preferring four always,
how small, this new we.

Why Not Ask Me?

I hear it again and again,
one friend asked another how I've been.
How hard, really, would it be
to pick up the phone and just ask me?



 
 
First Thanksgiving

The thought of being thankful 
fills my heart with dread.
They'll all be feigning gladness,
not a word about her said.

These heavy shrouds of blackness
enveloping my soul,
pervasive, throat-catching,
writhe in me, and coil.

I must, I must acknowledge,
just express her name,
so all sitting at the table,
know I'm thankful that she came.

Though she's gone from us forever
and we mourn to see her face,
not one minute of her living,
would her death ever replace.

So I stop the cheerful gathering,
though my voice quivers, quakes,
make a toast to all her living.
That small tribute's all it takes.

First Christmas

It can't possibly be Christmas
without her being here.
Yet the world is singing round me,
joyful tidings and good cheer.

Though I try to put on armor
and brave the sights and sounds,
a few moments worth of shopping,
and the tears are spilling down.

I pray for strength to do it,
find a path through holidays,
look for shortcuts, good ideas,
some directions through the maze.

Then I find at last the answer:
I'll include her symbolically.
And the giving becomes perfect;
her love's flowing down, through me.


 

Freefalling

World crashing,
destroying us.
Life melting,
ashes, dust.

Half of my motherhood,
gone.
Gaping hole in existence,
so wrong.

I thought I would die;
I did.
Wounded, deep inside,
I hid.

No ground beneath,
to stand.
Falling through space,
no land.

Forgetting to breathe,
no air.
Finding myself,
nowhere.



 
 

No

I can't make small talk anymore.
My interest wanes; no gain I see.
I try to remain focused
when it doesn't interest me,
but it takes so much effort.
I resent the heavy fee.

Yes

The cherished talk I'm drawn to's
heart to heart and soul to soul.
We discuss the thoughts and issues
in our lives as they unfold,
our two halves of conversation,
warm and friendly, filling holes.


Unspoken

Dear Friend: Please put it behind you,
let it go for a while.
You're too lost in mourning,
lighten up, try to smile.
I know it's a tragedy.
I know how you feel,
but you must just get through it,
move on so you'll heal.
I just can't stand
to see you in pain.
I know if you try
you'll be happy again.

Dear Friend: The person you still
want me to be
is gone, locked away,
and I don't have the key.
I'm really not choosing
to be like this,
but my life is pure feeling,
clenching me like a fist.
There's a bleak, somber moat
between me and the world,
the drawbridge so heavy,
splintered edges so cruel.
When I venture out strongly,
the pain wraps me still,
colors my actions,
saps at my will.
So please, don't give up,
though I'm hopeless and lost.
Our friendship's true value
reflects in its costs.

You Listen, Still

Tonight we cried together,
my lovely, special friend.
It's rare to share true feelings;
most try to keep them in.

When all my words are sad ones,
and all my thoughts tear-filled,
it helps to know you love me,
enough to listen, still.

Others think to cheer me
they should take my thoughts away.
But my pain remains unbroken.
My words dam up and stay.

Instead you burst me open -
out come my words of grief.
I share my darkest thoughts with you,
and then I feel relief.


 
 
 
 
 
Nature's Rainbows

We held them in our parent arms
for days or weeks or years.
Now we hold them in our hearts
and cry the darkest tears.

The cord attached to children,
eternally fine and strong.
We never leave the missing;
it holds us all life long.

Our children now inside us -
our souls tattooed with gold.
Their love, their words, caresses,
are hugs that we still hold.

If we open to the knowledge,
that they aren't completely gone,
we will sometimes feel their touching,
sometimes soft and sometimes strong.

When they show us nature's rainbows,
we can feel their proud delight,
sending signs to show they're living,
only far beyond our sight.

Candles in the Night

Candles flame in darkness,
flicker, steadily glow,
bringing light from shadows
and help to soothe me so.

My daughter, like the candles,
gave my life true light.
I use the candle's beacon
to connect us in the night.

As I light the candles,
my wish and my request
is that she'll see my signal
and know my love's expressed.

As her light joins my lights,
our worlds touch and flame.
As I snuff out the candles,
I softly say her name.



 
 


Reviews of Stars in the Deepest Night


 
Book Review
by
Audre Hallum
Pacifica, California

 STARS IN THE DEEPEST NIGHT - After the Death of a Child by Genesse Bourdeau Gentry, Writers Club Press, 1999.

 In the diminutive but powerful book of poetry "Stars in the Deepest Night," written after the death of her daughter Lori, Genesse Gentry has provided readers with a universal experience, a poignant journey into the heart and soul of a grieving parent. Her bittersweet yet profound insight into the magnitude of this unfathomable loss, covers every nuance of the bereavement condition. This book is a lyrical and beauteous tribute to Lori, yet also a dictum of hope for those of us who are left behind.

 At the unexpected and complicated loss of my son Kjell, I struggled for meaning in a world suddenly gone insane. Besides attending both group and individual therapy, I read everything written about the loss of a loved one -- from the great masters and the Bible to the "how-to" books. Fortunately and as if by magic, Genesse Gentry, whom I contacted for information about The Compassionate Friends, sent me a hand typed, home-bound copy of her yet unpublished work.

 At first reading, I was astounded. The sheer lyricism of her words mirrored my deepest feelings brought to fruition and set to music. The haunting expression of her pain set mine free and I wept copiously and gratefully for this cleansing experience. Each new page highlighted thoughts and feelings I was then incapable of putting into words. And Genesse, through her symbols of love, provided insight and clarification to my confused and befuddled emotions. To read this book is to therefore embark upon a journey which can lead you from the agony of your loss to the redemption of your spirit.

 This is not a book to be be read once and set aside. It has an enduring quality of mercy and can be turned to frequently for solace of the soul. As you empathize with the author's grief over losing Lori, you will also weep for your own wounding. You will begin to understand not only that your are no longer alone, but also that your loss is so far reaching that it permeates every facet of you being. You accompany Genesse Gentry on her highly personal path from stultifying numbness to her gradual reawakening to feeling alive again.

 To partake of Genesse Gentry's hymnal, "Stars in the Deepest Night," is akin to entering a cathedral. You are first awe struck by its beauty, then overwhelmed by its sacred ground and ultimately redeemed by its abiding faith. This book is in essence an act of love for Lori, but it is also a triumph of the human spirit, which can lead us all from the deepest night of our despair into the enduring light cast upon us by those we have loved and lost.


Book Review
by
Sascha Wagner

STARS IN THE DEEPEST NIGHT - After the Death of a Child by Genesse Bourdeau Gentry, Writers Club Press, 1999.
The first lines I read from Genesse B. Gentry's book, "Stars In The Deepest Night," were these:

 SO SHE MAY HEAR

 Hillside walk
above the sea,
memories, songs
wash over me.

 Every breath
and every thought,
there is no place
where she is not.

 Bright sun, blue sky,
so crisp and clear.
I sing my songs,
so she may hear.

 As a bereaved mother, I knew at once what she meant, how she felt.  She speaks to grieving parents everywhere.  This book is for the heart.

 Grief has many faces - from the sadness for "small" losses to the experience of the most extreme. Among the latter, grief over the loss of one's child is unmitigated anguish - a sorrow almost beyond words.  STARS IN THE DEEPEST NIGHT reaches out to express this unspeakable tragedy in an open, genuine form. There is clarity in the author's lines, the courage to share with readers a deep insight into the face of her grief after her daughter died.

 Gentry's secret is mainly that she intuitively understood how many things grievers have in common. Her pain and her healing are revealed in bittersweet memories, crystallized into words from a poet's mind. Thus her personal experience, enormous in its severity, opens the doors to comfort and healing of other bereaved parents.  Gentry's grieving and healing words simultaneously reach into her heart and into yours.

 She comments that these poems were a gift to her, and I believe that they are an equally great gift to us.

 --------Sascha Wagner is the author of three books of poetry for bereaved parents, "The Sorrow and the Light," "Wintersun" and her newest, just published, "For You, From Sascha."  She is also the founder and editor of the quarterly publication, L.A.R.G.O (Life After Repeated Grief: Options).


 
 

What readers say about STARS IN THE DEEPEST NIGHT


Patti Harrington, The Compassionate Friends, San Francisco,  California:

"This book is truly like someone looking right into my heart and soul and saying what I find so difficult to say and feel.  More importantly, by sharing it with others close to me, it allowed them to perhaps see what I am going through."
 
 
 

 

Dr. Joann Jelly, Ed.D., Silverlakes, California:

"Genesse Gentry, whose poetry expresses her painful, evolving mourning process, has provided all of us who grieve a role model of courage and hope.  Through her writing, she shows us courage to remain conscious in our hurting, and hope, that though difficult days continue, our loving relationship with our child will never die.  Further she guides us over recurring waves of grief to a strong calm.  Listen to the cadence of her words and know you are not alone.  Genesse Gentry has been there, and is with us." 
 
 
 

 

Donna Curling, Roswell, Georgia: 

"When my sister died, I found that losing a sibling is like experiencing multiple deaths. . . the death of a beloved brother or sister, and the death of your parents as you have always known them.  This book has helped me to better understand both the new person my mother has become and the importance of allowing her to say and do the things she needs to do and say in order to heal."
 

 

Nanette Jacobs, Mill Valley, California:
"After the death of my young daughter, I felt like a raw and open wound.  Genesse's poetry was my salve.  It gave validation to my pain, and 'The Promise' gave me a reason to go on."
 
 
 
 

 

Catharine Reeve, journalist and photographer, Berkeley, California:
"The poems in this beautiful volume touch many facets of the shattering grief and long journey into healing that we who have had a child die encounter.  I am grateful to Genesse Gentry for sharing her journey in such a heartfelt, open way.  Her wonderful poems continue to help me in my own healing, and I recommend them often, not only to other bereaved parents, but also to anyone who is involved in helping bereaved families."
 

 

Joyce Andrews, Sugar Land, Texas, National Board Member, The Compassionate Friends, Inc.:
"I love Genesse's lyrical, intelligent verse.  She names the emotions and explains the encounters of her early grief with such honesty and candor that they are instantly recognizable to me . . . and will be, I suspect, to bereaved mothers everywhere."
 
 

 

Marianne Lino, The Compassionate Friends, Marin and San Francisco, California:
"My first thought upon reading Genesse's poems, was that every word, every thought written, expressed so perfectly and succinctly the feelings of the bereaved and broken hearted parent!  I immersed myself in the beautiful and inspired truth of Genesse's poetry."

Fred Schaefer, The Compassionate Friends, San Francisco, California:
"What reached me on many levels abut your poems was that they are also prayers; they are soft mirrors of your soul; they are psalms.  Using stars as the metaphor at once symbolizes the child - everyone's child - and the spirit love that your poetry sings.  You and your poetry have honored us all.  Thank you."

 
 



 
 
 

How to Purchase STARS IN THE DEEPEST NIGHT



There are three ways to purchase STARS IN THE DEEPEST NIGHT:

 1) STARS IN THE DEEPEST NIGHT may be ordered from Centering Corporation through their website:  Centering Corporation or by phone: 402.553.1200.

2) STARS IN THE DEEPEST NIGHT may be ordered at your local bookstore.  If they say it has to be backordered, tell them to do so.  It should be a matter of a few days for them to get it for you.

 3)  For a signed copy of STARS IN THE DEEPEST NIGHT, you may copy and print the order form, then fill it out and send it via regular mail with your check payable to:

Genesse Gentry
21 Shemran Court
Fairfax, CA 94930

3) You may also order STARS IN THE DEEPEST NIGHT:

 directly from the publisher (iUniverse.com) online at:
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 Or it may  be ordered online at:  amazon.com  (This is also the site for borders.com.)
  or at: barnesandnoble.com
 

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