the first day of grief.

has it been a day, yet, or

forever?

i cannot tell.

time has died for me,

as well.

i shall look for you everywhere,

today

and

thereafter,

until.

and when the grief is too much,

i play Bach

and

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

does-Nana-have-wings-now?

on the outside, they keep me upright when my inside,

is fractured.

you have gone

to i-don’t-know-where,

or,

as we like to call it,

heaven.

but

you

are

gone.

and i will look for you,

everywhere.

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,

liezel

Photograph by me.