Tuesday, March 6, 2007

not quite spring

The first rose on my rose tree
budded, bloomed and shattered
During sad days, when to me
nothing mattered.

Grief of grief has drained me clean.
Still it seems a pity
no one saw--it must have been
very pretty.


Stephanie said...

I came here from Cecily's blog. My son was stillborn 2 1/2 years ago to a uterine rupture.

Someone on C's blog mentioned that your reply to "Life goes on" was "and on and on."

Have you ever heard Peter Gabriel's song "I Grieve"? It was about a week after Zach died that my mind reminded me of this song. I've been listening to it ever since, marvelling at how echoes the changes in my life.



It does go on..and on and on. And at some point the dull plodding, the marking of time, slowly begins to transform. It was only the life going on around me that kept me alive some days. But time carried me forward, whether I was walking with it or not. And eventually, I was able to take little steps on my own.

My thoughts are with you.

Anonymous said...

I am so sorry this happened to you and yours.