Death
death
I know you are with me
a constant companion
you have taken my mother, father
and now my best friend
I want to be bigger than my grief
transcend the loss
make it into philosophical sandwiches
to serve with tea
I can only shout, shake my fists
my friend is dead
her body turned to ash
I weep
and bow my head
August 12, 2013 @ 12:54 pm
Sometimes it is better to wallow in your grief for awhile. It is truly wonderful that you can express your deepest feelings through your poetry. Love you.
October 26, 2015 @ 4:57 pm
Shirley, I’m so touched by this poem – it’s absolutely beautiful. You’ve been hiding your light, my dear. Many hugs, Susan
November 17, 2015 @ 4:14 am
Shirley, I love this poem. You’ve captured my experience of grief. -Thank you
-Tracie