The Grieving Period









Quiet creaking house

Computer keys crunch quietly

Under wooden adjustments made overhead

The moon still high

The sun yet to have shed

A light on the new day

Cold and dreary

Making my way through the world


I will attend the funeral

Pray my peace

Offer up my best

For the souls that rest

Life bustles on outside the church

As it always does

On a cold January morning

While we pray inside

Once the ceremony is over

The prayers said

We will face the cold

Make our ways back to life

Fall asleep again

Breathe again

Talk again

We will take a moment

And then walk through the door

As the week starts again

We fall asleep on Sunday

And wake anew

For it is another Monday

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