Grief is in two parts. The first is loss. The second is the remaking of life.~Anne Roiphe
In the morning teardrops luxuriant
paint my cheeks in salty secrets. I can't
control their entrance, sometimes sweeping grand
down the polished staircase, hankie in hand
with a decisive voice calling: make way
for sadness, incoming tears. Or you'll say,
what are your plans? And I dissolve. This step
in front of me is clear. The spiderweb
clutches. In its sticky grasp, I still. Weep
as I must. The convoluted wound's deep.
Decades of weaving hold me as I keep
breathing, such a painstaking feat, to grieve.
Inspired by: Decisive and Luxuriant.
Featured image: the last of my mother's yellow roses in bloom.
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