I have a dear friend back in Tallahassee who is a very talented writer, even having recently published a children's book. We used to go to a writers' group together, and I will always be grateful to her for encouraging me in my creative verbal efforts! :) She sent me this poem a couple of months ago, and it fit so well how I feel. I have really good weeks where I feel almost normal, and then I have down weeks where I just want to stay in bed and cry and eat chocolate. (Not that I do, but that's how I feel). Thank you, Norma, not only for expressing beautifully what living with grief feels like, but especially for letting me "lean on you" through our emails!
Invitation
Don’t expect too much of me
Of something I can’t give,
I’m still searching who I am
and how I want to live.
My mind and heart are wounded now
the scars are wide and deep,
but my soul’s clock is ticking
with time-washed healing sleep.
So if you care to wait around
on the periphery,
One day I’ll reach out again
in new maturity.
--Norma J. Sundberg--
copyrighted, permission given to post on this blog
(original title: A Death Called Divorce)
4 comments:
Profoundly poetic. The words seem to help me better connect with you. I'm very glad you shared.
Beautiful poem. I must say that I am, in a small way, reliving my grief with you over my baby Xadie. Beautiful. And thankfully, through Christ all are made whole.
What a poem! Do you think this one is okay to share since it is copyrighted?
Only Norma can give permission, because evidently the poem was just published and they own the copyright, too.
But you can always link to this here blog! :)
Love you.
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