The rhythm of Life: February 2021

Grief

(Feb. 15th 2021)

Time can stand still now…it couldn’t before.

From the minute they called with news of his death

To when I left him, hurried into a car at the cemetery,

Looking longingly back at his tiny coffin near the grave.

Let me just sit and feel and be with myself and my hurt.

Let me process my love and my tears and my grief.

But it was too new then…I prayed for time to pass

And now it has..38 years of it has passed.

And I sit and look out at the snow, the whiteness

And I remember, and I grieve, and I praise.

And my heart, this same heart feels the pain,

But it is not so intense and so I can sit.

I can sit with Jakob and the memory of him,

The look of him and the smell of him,

The pain and the joy and the holding of him

And the letting go and I can be filled.

When I told my dear mother in 2010 that I was starting a blog entitled: Making Scents of Life (name at the time) she said: "That's a tall order!" And indeed it is. My active, healthy mother of almost 94 years had suffered a massive stroke and all of the freedom and independence she so valued was gone. Just a few weeks before she died she told me, "Live life to the fullest."

So, I began posting different experiences I was having and feeling, but haven't done anything for awhile.

During this Covid crisis, I have had the desire to return to writing some poetry which I enjoyed during my college years and a bit afterwards. I figure it is never too late to start and so I'm back, sharing what I have written.

Thank you for stopping in to read a few of my attempts at creativity and I hope they might have meaning for you as well and inspire you to possibly write a poem or two yourself!! And if you aren't into poetry, just write down some musings of the beautiful story called your life.

If you don't who will?