I know the date of his death ALL TOO WELL now because I have had to share it with every place I have had to do paperwork, either my own or assisting my mom.
I think I'm gonna be kind of quiet today. If I can get into research work after class it will probably help me.
Edited to add: I needed to get more out after class so I wrote this. It might not be very good but I don't care at this point.
Unwanted garment
Grief is like a garment of variable size.
At times, it is a heavy wool cloak, enveloping, engulfing,
it weighs you down.
At others, it is that t-shirt with the annoying tag you
cannot rip out and that only gets worse if you cut it
It is never light and comfortable
It is usually too hot and saps your energy
It is a flattering color on no one.
It cannot be removed, cannot be dropped by the side of the
road.
Laundering does not help it, nor does washing it in tears.
It will not rip; you cannot remove it; it is as if it is the
enchanted
Shoes from that fairy tale; it has molded to your body.
1 comment:
It's brilliant and honest
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