This one has been a work in progress for a week, more or less. Feels right to share it today.
When Grief Takes My Speech
When grief takes my speech
All I ask is that you stand with me
for as long as it takes to come back.
It is not my fault that memories come in
And make it near impossible for me to participate with a smile.
If you can, I’d be honoured if you would remember with me.
If not, do me a favour and sit with me until the storm passes.
I cannot promise anything about the amount of time it will take
But it will pass, and I will return to the world of joy and happiness
From my stroll with sorrow.
I know not where she will take me,
Only that I must go
For she has much to teach
In the moments when grief takes my speech.
Wishing you peace and strength on your journeys,