Just Before Bereavement
Lest we forget
This is a brief and intensely personal poem of the sort I do not generally share, but my younger sister Sophy died on this day five years ago, so that is where my mind and my heart are today. In her final days, we visited her in hospital then returned to her home, knowing that she never would. I always wondered if her beloved dogs knew too. This simple poem formed itself as I lay in bed waiting for the dreaded call.
Just Before Bereavement Nothing much matters today. Perhaps I'll stay in bed and weep for all the time we never had, find some synonyms for sad to put into a pointless poem while in another, sterile bed you sleep... and slip away. RIP Sophy Whatley née Scott, 1967-2020
Beautiful!
But of course, the poem only SEEMS pointless at the time. The poem isn't pointless — it IS the point. It's part of the raft that keeps / us from drowning in grief / till we reach the lighter side.