One never realizes how far they have come in their
own journey of grief until they look back upon it. I just
found this poem I wrote about my mother dated March 14, 2021.
Paralysis
While spring has sprung,
the memory of death is all around me.
My nostrils welcome the sweet aroma of the springtime air
while it hides the putrid stench of decay and loss
with its perfume, a beguiling mask, a welcome escape.
The birds sing while I weep
Announcing the rebirth, a new beginning...a hunger for life
After such an unceremonious ending
My heart is broken.
Will this sadness dissipate or
Do I also just slip away into the night
Alone, lost and fearing the cold hand of death?
by Mildred Ratched aka Red Kitten >^.^<
That's enough for today...I think I may go paint a picture!