Yes, I’ll be there!I heard myself say.While deep in my gutWasn’t sure I could stay. I gather with friends,Pretend that I careAbout anything other thanMy man who’s not there. I’m told to be social,To not isolate.But most conversationJust seems to ...
Terror-filled evenings,53 last year alone.The nights before the daysWhere we heard ourselves groan As we climbed into the car.Didn’t need to drive far,But we felt our hearts thumping,Like heading to war. We braced for the news,Which was rarely good.The doctor ...
I need you here To help fold the sheets,Fill hummingbird feeders,Choose airline seats. I want you to helpChange the propane tank,Get rid of the bugsThat hide on the deck. I imagine your handsThat chopped up the foodAnd adorned our tableWith candles, ...
Grief is like a hungry dogThat stares me in the face,Wanting to be fed, drooling all over the place. It begs for attention until I relent,Give in and feed it.But it’s never enough,Nothing makes a dent. It follows me ‘round ...
Waking up, I reach for his hand.Or maybe the warm spotWhen he rolled over to standTo make coffee. But like grabbing sand,My hand comes back empty. I look at the ceiling,Or his picture nearbyAnd let out a sigh.(Often, I cry). ...
It hardly seems right,It doesn’t seem fairThat weekends just crush meWithout you here. The butcher chirps, “just one?”As I pick out my steak.His words cut right through me…Sharp. Deep. I find things to do,And places to go.I’ll work on his ...
In my houseThe Grief Ditch Waits. It’s widening mouth shifts,I often missAnd stumble, drift, sink down. And Love surrounds me With her nod, and hands From friends catch meAs I fall into her lap. And it is good again. ...
Surreal existence,Time: fast and slow.Six months agoI watched you go. Skies burst into tears today,But I stay calmAnd clean the frig.A sort of balm That soothes.And freesThe shelves of withered food. The piano calls for a special song.I will obey.I ...
As I lay awake in that big bedAlert, amazed at the BOOMS overhead,It makes me think. No burgers to grill, no cocktails to swill.The Weber stands cold and dark on the deck,Its cover a pall, daring me to peekTo see ...
Coming up on 33Years together, Jay and me.Another first, but not the last,My heart will burst. I try to fast Forward past the day ahead.I try to push away the dreadThat weakens me.I pace endlessly. So often I am short ...