The Death Whisperer: Tales of a Death Doula

By Sharleen A. McCorrister

The sequel and follow up to Sharleen McCorrister's A Time for All Seasons, The Death Whisperer chronicles the author's experiences and poetry of being a Death Doula. For there is season for all things, including death.

"These poems can be read over and over and still get something different out of them each time."
- M. Rama

 

"Thoughtful and poignant writing that goes deep and makes you think.."
- A. Cara

"Haunting images that speak to the reality of life."
- J. Navida

• Language: English
• Publisher: Broken Keys Publishing
• Release date: Mar 26, 2023
• ISBN: 9781988253541

Sharleen A. McCorrister

Sharleen A. McCorrister is an independent educational consultant working in both the public and private sector of the Ontario Education System since 2019. She has been involved in Early Childhood Education since 1985 and has been a dedicated Montessori Casa Directress for the past 26 years teaching, and former owner and head of school. Volunteer work is very much a core aspect of her life. Having worked as a volunteer, she has served two local hospitals on the geriatric wards, worked in home care for the elderly and is completing her Death Doula Training with the Home Hospice Association. She is a volunteer at a local hospice in Kanata. She has published a book of children’s poetry, The Tao of Fey, and has had a poem featured in the Award-winning Faces of Ottawa Book of the Year 2022 anthology of Ottawa poets, Love & Catastrophe Poetrē. She enjoys gardening, travelling the world, reading and is an avid baker. Ms. McCorrister resides in the Ottawa area.

Book preview

My Letter to the World

I’m not the first to write it down,

Nor the last to see it through,

There is one who came before me

Who wrote sincere and true.

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I only mimic what was said,

A paraphrase here and there;

My words speak strictly to the soul,

Integrally with care.

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So, I am here to do my part

And write for posterity,

That in this world I lived my life

And make no apology.

Broken Smile

A face like any other, the lines of time washed through.

Her cheeks a little hallow, her eyes a paler hue.

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Age had weathered her slowly and time had not been kind,

She was twisted and rejected by the very ties that bind.

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And yet a spark lay hidden, a secret stayed the while,

It surfaced momentarily in her haunting broken smile.

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As ashes are to ashes and dust to dust must be,

The triumph of her spirit will surely set her free.

Take Back the Night

The constant din in my head wages war with all its might,

Sounding forth the battle cry from the sleepless realms of night.

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Shadows from the darkened mists mirror the echoes of a dream

And whispers from another world where Thanatos reigns