Memorial

Supple trees bend in a frantic wind,
Branches whip and snap with tensions they cannot hold,
Knowing deep inside that they must bend,
Desperate to hold on for one more day: to weather one more storm.

How alike, those tender twigs and I,
Never knowing when strength will prevail,
Or reach the breaking point with a lonesome cry,
Tenuous life: here for a moment, gone in the blink of an eye.

Frigid winds caress my ears with a forlorn song,
For too long I have held myself together with fraying threads,
Pretending, wishing, trying, living as if nothing were wrong,
Five weeks now: living each day in denial in order to survive.

Ignore it. It didnt happen. It doesnt matter.

Ne'er you mind, my love, it will get better soon, just you wait and see. There are so many people who love you, whats the loss of a mother? Be grateful for what you had!

Dont look at me with your pity. Dont lie and tell me you understand. Dont tell me how much better off everything is now.

Let me feel my anger, but let me soothe my hurt by being me,
Let me choose to take what memories I have, good and bad,
And make them into a new way of living, and way to be free,
Let this new me fly: each day a new chance to make a change.

Let joy be in evidence all around me, in the sunlit skies above,
May life show me that it goes on, unfettered, unchained and everlasting,
In the tender smile of a child, a precious gift of love,
The storm rages on, for its moment: part of life, part of death, part of eternity.