Grieving ~ Grief’s Quagmire

Grief’s Quagmire
Disoriented madness pounced
Like a ravenous, feral cat.
Yesterday’s wisdom vanished
And I can scarcely remember my name
The time of day
Or that my loved one is dead.
Lead my gently, friend
Help me make decisions
That have never come my way.
Listen to my repetitive babble
And know my sanity is still buried deep within.
Let me thank you
Again and again,
Scream in your presence
Cry until my eyes dry heave.
Let me be
And simply accept me,
Care for me.
Let me grieve in my own way
For this is the only way I know.
When the time seems right,
Gently suggest ways
Of remembering and honoring
Sorting and sifting
That I might try.
Hold my hand and listen to my fear
Stay with me when relatives depart
And the monsters of aloneness
Ring the doobell
A hundred suitcases in their hands.
© December 30, 2008 Cynthia Langston Kirk