Dreams,Tears,and Poetry

Last night I dreamed that Jack the Wondercat slept peacefully next to me. It's the first (or one of the first) dreams I had about Jack since he died in October. Anyway, I woke up sad. I was sad all day. Where was the comfortable numbness from shock that had been protecting me all along? It's like the protective mist fog dissipated and left me exposed to the elements. Speaking of, tonight we left libraryland at 6:00 p.m. and it was still light outside. And the sunset was pretty. Tonight I made it to our women's film group at my friend's house tonight. It was great to see everyone. And of course, grief overwhelmed me and I started to cry when I saw everyone.(*Sigh*) One of my girlfriends, S.A., gave me a copy of a poem she wrote about someone. She ran out to her car in the cold, and brought me a poem. She gave me permission to post it here. Here it is: Memory While Life Passes On I am Waiting Here Still Though Time Ticks Forward I Have Found the Will Your Memory is Near Like Grains Through Hourglass The Moments Slip By Too I've Had Pains, Yet Knowing Your Love is Not Through Your Memory is Strong Winter Brings Such Cold And Summer You're Not With Me No More of These Tears of Mine For You are My Legacy Your Memory Always Will Be Like Thread Through Tapestry Tied in a Tightly-Wound Knot You're Embedded, A Part of Me You'll Never Be Gone. I'm Still Singing Your Song. (*Sigh*) I'm off to bed. Goodnight.

Comments

forever-young said…
Hey Sis Lolo: In a time unknown to me--but I'm certain will be very soon now--I will revisit this poem. Grief does have a way of sneaking up on you, and I'm next in line. Not with one relative, but now, two. Read all the ones you've posted for the past week.

Just know that although I do not comment, your blogging is serving a special purpose for me, especially right now.

Grief sure does stink, doesn't it? But tears have a way of washing away the pain...until it leaves an eternal smile on our faces, and a picture of those we love in our hearts. Bless you Sis, you, Steve, and Jack and Mom and everyone who has found their Heaven.

cyncyn

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