Most days are filled with something,
You never know what will affect you, nor how it will,
until it affects you.
experience a loss of life,
a very long well-lived life;
and then remember that life on the first day of spring.
thoughts are like dandelions
seeding one memory and then another
stirring a pot that has finally settled
people grieve in so many different ways
judgment solitude quiet reflection sadness regret
the living honor the dead through stories
today I wish I had the strength for the stories:
it’s who I am, what I do, it’s my language.
it’s taken me such a long time to get here, to this day
I don’t want to, cannot be derailed
I tend to the grief in my own way,
sending strength and love outward.
(c) March 2017