The idea wasn't mine. I borrowed it from a friend and am Passing it along because it is deeply Meaningful to me. First, I searched in the dirt until I found three stones, A weighty, craggy rock, One a bit more rounded, and Finally, a small pebble. I scrubbed them clean and Arranged them on "Jack's shelf" along With his other mementos. The rock with the pointed edges represents Early hard grief when the jagged pain rips my Heart and soul apart. As the weeks and months slip by the Sorrow begins to erode a bit so that the Intensity of it becomes more bearable, Suggested by the rounder stone in the Middle of the threesome. Finally, after years pass, the sadness is Diminished, like a smooth pebble I Carry in my pocket. Because it's always there, the Small weight has become a familiar presence, A part of who I am, and not unwelcome, for I would never want to forget my beloved. But even then, after the long sandpapering Process, the sharp pain sometimes unexpectedly Reappears, perhaps when I open a photo album, or I find a note written to me in his familiar handwriting. The anguish lingers for a moment, or two, or Three, and then goes back into hiding, a Powerful reminder of what my grief once was and of How far I've come. |
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Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
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