Today, I'd like to share a poem that's been percolating for the past few days, I only finished it last night, and posted it to my main blog today. Easter makes me a little melancholy, as it marks the time of year that one of my best friends left this world. Five years ago today, in fact...April 8, 2007, Chris Thomas passed away. She taught me a lot about life, even though we never got the chance to meet properly. Some would say that makes ours less of a friendship...I don't think so. Anyway, without further ado, here's the poem, entitled 'When Grief Takes My Speech'. Critiques welcome.
When grief takes my speech
All I ask is that you stand with me
for as long as it takes to come back.
It is not my fault that memories come in
And make it near impossible for me to participate with a smile.
If you can, I’d be honoured if you would remember with me.
If not, do me a favour and sit with me until the storm passes.
I cannot promise anything about the amount of time it will take
But it will pass, and I will return to the world of joy and happiness
From my stroll with sorrow.
I know not where she will take me,
Only that I must go
For she has much to teach
In the moments when grief takes my speech.