My grandmother died over the weekend from complications following coronary bypass surgery.
In place of my own discomfited expressions, some borrowed words, too often used of late:
Talking to Grief
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.Denise Levertov
Comments (3)
Sorry to hear about your Grandma, John. My thoughts are with you guys. I'm totally sending Asian hug vibes your way as I type...
Posted by Alliya | July 21, 2008 6:35 PM
Posted on July 21, 2008 18:35
I'm sorry to here this, John. My condolences.
Posted by green apron monkey | July 22, 2008 9:28 AM
Posted on July 22, 2008 09:28
Thanks to you both for your kind words.
Posted by John L. Taylor | July 24, 2008 1:06 PM
Posted on July 24, 2008 13:06