What do I feel? How am I doing?
I am grieving.
I am grieving a yet unhappened death.
I am grieving for my family, for my mother and grandmother.
I am grieving the loss of power and control.
I am grieving the painful reality that death is part of living.
I am grieving.
I must grieve.
I must let the flood of feeling escape.
I must cry and weep.
I must feel, unencumbered by a need to be strong.
And then I will celebrate.
I will remember.
With freedom I will honor the memory of a strong man.
A good man
My grandfather who has lived a good life.
Peace
Jen
Strong images. Good poem. It helps with grief...to write that is....
Posted by: Laura at December 26, 2003 06:05 PMHi Jennifer! Sorry about your Grandpa.....write me if have any time :)
Posted by: trudy at January 2, 2004 11:35 AM