1982 they say,
a long time ago,
well you must be better now.
It gets easier with time,
Like white lilies these words,
Sibilant, slicing, searing words.
No healing they bring.
Found at funerals and grave sides,
Chin up, put a smile on your face,
have to be brave for the others you see,
How are you they say through gritted teeth
hoping you wont tell the truth,
God knows, we know, no body wants the truth
Inside you see torn in two,
think about you every day,
see you there in life and then,
the awful blackness descends.
No not the truth they want.
Just white lies, like whit lilies.
Is she ok they whisper.
What;s that she’s cutting out?
Poems, bloody poems!
Bloody poems for what? He;s gone!
Just let him go she needs to know.
Someone should tell her.
Time to get on with her life
Time to think of the others.
Someone should tell them to mind their own business,
They should hug until you don’t need it any more,
if that means never stopping that’s ok.
Find some words, bring a poem, a flower
Buy them coffee, chocolate
and for the love of humanity
Listen to their stories
Tell you that you are completely normal
Grief is normal, loss is devastating
Even though they are gone
you will hear them laugh
feel their presence,
look for them to come through the door
wait for the phone to ring.
You will be ok,
not because you will get better,
but because you are ok.
Just grieving for a loved one.
Yes a long time ago but that’s ok,
completely normal, 1982