Solar
plexus punch.
Breathless incredulity
clutches crumbling straws.
You – left – me
for eternal tomorrows.
Breathe
my muted mantra.
Chitter chatter clatter
sympathy, shock and hugs.
Weep they say.
Grieve they say.
Leave
my muted mantra.
Breathless incredulity
clutches crumbling straws.
You – left – me
for eternal tomorrows.
Breathe
my muted mantra.
Chitter chatter clatter
sympathy, shock and hugs.
Weep they say.
Grieve they say.
Leave
my muted mantra.
leave – me
to wail
to grieve
to rend my hair
to wail
to grieve
to rend my hair
Someone
sits
where you would sit.
Occupies your space
in my world.
where you would sit.
Occupies your space
in my world.
Anguish. Breathe. Leave.
Pitter
patter platter
casseroles, snacks and cups.
© Marion Friedenthal
casseroles, snacks and cups.
© Marion Friedenthal
This poem is for those who wish to grieve in solitude before facing the world after the devastating death of a loved one.
