Tag: grief
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Coming home …
That first year … Drifting with the tide Going through the motions Existing, not living. Getting up Going to work Taking James to school. Sleeping, cooking, eating, drinking Paying bills. Relentlessly living. Piles of post on the mat, A full inbox every day Messages, kind and sympathetic A comfort in the moment. Then back to…
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My book finished, at last …
I never thought this day would come My book all finished and complete. There were times The road ahead Seemed long and weary Full of doubts, Questions, Incomplete. I worked in secret Not owning up Hoping one day I’d get here, But hardly daring To believe. I’d be working well Then something Stopped me in…
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Stuck at low tide …
I’ve been in a capsule of time Stuck at low tide A special period, Special to me My marriage Ended abruptly Held in time To write my story Locked in events Long since past. Yesterday Something happened to me To jolt me back to reality. I realized Things have changed The world has changed People’s…
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Finishing touches to the book – but how do I feel?
My book went back yesterday I hope for the last time Two very small corrections Added to the list to do. I feel so very proud of it But even yesterday It was so very hard To sit down and attend To the work I needed to do. There is a part of me I’m…
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I had a startling revelation …
I had a startling revelation When Eloise and I did meet For a Body Talk incantation Of magic, my story so complete. The priority for the day Or so my body did say Was my nervous system Years 40 to 50 A calming down, a settling needed. No revelation there Optic neuritis number one Happened…
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Everyone has a story …
Everyone has a story. In my sixtieth year, Seems hardly believable, But how sad To reach here Without a tale to tell. To have lived And loved And overcome life’s trials And tribulations, Isn’t that why we’re here On earth to learn these lessons? I do believe we come As babes With a defined mission…
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Yesterday I could smell you near …
Yesterday I could smell you near A mixture of you and cigars A comforting scent But disturbing too It puzzled me so Because I thought you wanted to go. This morning though The smell has gone My nostrils Clear and fresh Your smell has gone Yesterday so strong And As disturbed as I was I…
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My husband died …
My husband died I’m sad to say On the 30th of May Two thousand and one. A dreadful day So sad, so bare You really cannot understand Unless You were there. I felt so lost So ill at ease So numb, so sad, forlorn. This really wasn’t The plan at all. My world had stopped…
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Eighteen Years, hundreds of tears …
Eighteen years, Hundreds of tears, A big empty space, Fathomless, Scary, Disblief, Denial, Confusion. The unknown. You’ll come home, right? This can’t be it. Where have you gone? Why have you left me? I can’t cope alone. I want you near me. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. It’s wrong, Not right. I need…
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