Most days are filled with something,
but today I am struggling.
You never know what will affect you, nor how it will,
until it affects you.
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
