Grief Lessons

P1150160Grief Lessons

I picked him up from school
the day my dad,
his grandpa, died.
I needed his company
someone to hear me.
He was only thirteen.
I drove through my tears
stopping and starting
a flash flood of tears
to a department store
to buy a white burial shirt.
I had to do something, anything.
He sat through my sobs
and then,quietly took courage
saying,“Mom,can you just cry once
and get it over with?”
He wasn’t being mean
just curious and honest.
I heard his question
for what it was.
“No son,it doesn’t work that way.”
I say between my weepings
“Grief is a thing
that doesn’t go away
quickly and chances are
I’ll cry more and again.
So next time when you’re around
If I start in
just sit by me and stay awhile
hug me or touch your hand
upon my shoulder
You don’t need to say a word.
I’ll know you understand
and I will feel better.”
And so it was, months later,
when unexpectedly
the tears began again
my beloved son sat by me
with his hand upon my shoulder
and I knew, he knew
that was all I needed.


About geniecan

Born and raised in " America's finest City" received BS degree in nursing years ago... main career besides wife and motherhood ( and now a grandma)was as a hospice RN for 18 years...Take great joy in finding the good in all things and believing that " No Thing is Ordinary" the title of my blog. I am working on a children's picture book story named R-Qu.. a rock falls of his mountain. Writing poetry is one of my happiest things to do. Yoga, water aerobics,, gym exercise and walking our wheaton terrior, Finley, with my husband Jim are favorite things...oh yes...singing in the choir at Church and recognizing God as #1... are most important... I also have a home based business with magnetic and far intra red health care products..peace to all who read this, Love, Jeane
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