Talking To Grief

[mfh]

Someone shared this with me today. I am sharing it with you. Mary

Talking with Grief (by Denise Levertov)

Ah, Grief, I should not treat you

Like a homeless dog

who comes to the back door

for a crust, for a meatless bone

I should trust you.

I should coax you

into the house and give you

your own corner,

a worn mat to lie on,

your own water dish.

You think I don't know you've been living

under my porch

You long for your real place

to be readied before winter comes.

You need your name,

your collar and tag.

You need the right

to warn off intruders,

to consider

my house your own

and me your person

and yourself

my own dog.

[Wifflesnook]

Oh! What can I say. What a fantastic poem. I am making a collection of poetry that speaks to me and that will be there. Thanks Mary. Jan

[Anne E]

Thank you for sharing. I am going to take this to my support group.

Anne

[kayc]

[You think I don't know you've been living

under my porch]

Ahh, I remember experiencing this. Grief does not elude us, it stays with us still, no matter what is going on in our lives, no matter how we treat it...

[mfh]

[You think I don't know you've been living

under my porch]

Ahh, I remember experiencing this. Grief does not elude us, it stays with us still, no matter what is going on in our lives, no matter how we treat it...

Yes, Kay...we know grief can not elude us....it stays with us. Today, on my way home from a Facebook class, out of the blue...I started sobbing....I could not relate it to anything in particular and have learned not to try but I sobbed all the way home and fight tears now as I type....grief is what it is...and it is in my house on a bed with food and water. Peace, Mary