Today I am grateful for tears
in a puddle on the kitchen floor.
Brought on by a song
and events of the prior day
that took me back in memory
to previous sad times
flower smells and
being in places like a funeral parlor
to pay respects.
That, and receiving notification in the mail that Larry’s Stone is in place for the 28th’s unveiling.
Turned into a day of reflection
of everything feeling like just yesterday
Larry, Mom, Dad, Dana, Grandparents, every standing in front receiving line by a dead loved one’s casket excruciatingly painful moment in my life. All of them relived.
But this song at 3:15am literally reduced me to a puddle on the kitchen floor.
All the people I love and miss,
all of them,
are my guides.
I fall on them and
use their strength
when mine is depleted.
They surround me always
to help me walk through the fire
as the flames of mourning return
to engulf my soul
as I become the fire
they give me the power
and rise triumphantly
to greet a new day.
Beautiful, sister! Love you! ❤️
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