Like a thief in the night
Grief slinks silently back into my life
Disturbing the peace I have fought so hard for
It is like a fractious child demanding attention
And as the mother with her child, I give in
And am taken back to the beginning
When days were so long and nights even longer.
When I thought there was no way out of this slough of despair
And I am once again immobilised by it.
But I have been here before
Many times since that April night
And I know I can climb out
And once again put grief back where it belongs
Until the next time.
Judith Baxter, Mother, Grandmother, Sister, Blogger and Friend
Today my nemesis, Grief, decided to call. ThAose of you who know me, know that I’m usually a positive, happy person, but just occasionally something drags me down to that terrible time. Well, both terrible times as since I wrote my poem in August 2011, my later love has also died.
“Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide”.
Edna St Vincent Millay
It’s now 19 years since my Dashing Young Scotsman died and 19 months since The Architect died. And yes, life is changed, and I’m now making yet another, totally different life. Soon the grief will move back into the background where it belongs and the sun will rise tomorrow and all will be right in my world.
Thanks for reading.
“Where you used to be there, is a hole in the world,
which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime
and falling into at night.
I miss you like hell.”
Edna StVincent Millay