has it been a day, yet, or
i cannot tell.
time has died for me,
i shall look for you everywhere,
and when the grief is too much,
i play Bach
i get lost in a forest of cellos.
but i can’t linger here,
i must think of practical things like library books and what’s-for-lunch-Mom and
on the outside, they keep me upright when my inside,
you have gone
as we like to call it,
and i will look for you,
it is sunday.
the first day of grief.
— the first day of grief.
© Liezel Graham 2019.
My darling Ouma left us yesterday afternoon.
I am heartbroken.
Thank you for the messages and kindness you have shown me here,
Photograph by me.