M is for mourn. We mourn for losses. Mourning is part of being human and we have to give grief room and space. How can we love and feel intimacy without also feeling grief and mourning?
I wrote a poem the day my sister died. I had flown home four days before, after seeing her in hospice, 7 years of cancer. I flew home the day before her birthday. My birthday is three days after hers. She died the day after my birthday. It has now been four years.
An apology, a love note and a remembrance
I step outside into a fine mist rain.
I am enfolded in cloud.
The dog still wants to be walked.
The cats want their treats.
The bunny rattles her cage.
The fish will want feeding at the usual time.
My heart lies stunned in my chest.
The dog does not pull.
I walk measured.
The rain comes harder.
I hope that where you are, is joy.
The crows harsh caws comfort me.
They watch from the tree tops as we circle.
I am enshrouded in cloud.
We are back to the house.
I try to remember.
I have the birds.
I have the trees.
We go in.
first published on everything2.com with other poems for her here: http://everything2.com/title/An+apology%252C+a+love+note+and+a+remembrance
I don’t know who took the photograph. Probably my grandparents.