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the measurement of grief
by Olivia Weinkeintime marches on
dragging us along
minutes turn to hours turn
to days, and yet
the sadness
still remains
nothing ever changes here
the seasons have even
given up,
searching for reasons
to smile again, careful
laughter in measured
moments, what to say
what not to say
but what does anyone say
really,
when reasoning left months ago
and everything we think we know
doesn't help to push it away &
wasn't enough to make you stay.
we sleep, we eat, rinse repeat
search for you in everything;
a sign, a butterfly, a penny
for your thoughts,
yet you are still gone
and time marches on.
02/15/2018 Author's Note: For you lil' one... you'll always be my favorite little person. I don't know why God took you so soon, but it did not go unnoticed by anyone around this little town. I always knew you were special, and I guess God knew it too. For my nephew, a 17 year old kid who knew more in his short time than I ever will. Truck accident on his way home from school, 08/18/17. feels just like yesterday.
Posted on 02/15/2018
Copyright © 2024 Olivia Weinkein
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 02/16/18 at 12:52 AM Thank you for this beautiful poem. It speaks much of what I have experienced with the grieving process. Just today I saw a decal that reminded me of a dear friend who died less than a year ago from cancer. I felt both an internal smile thinking about the quip I heard her repeat often and then instantly was thrown into sadness that she is no longer a fellow earthling. There is sometimes no reckoning with loss of a person. All one can do, is try to get up, put one foot in front of the other, and get on with the routines of life in hopes they will distract me enough. Thanks Olivia. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/16/18 at 10:51 AM I agree with Glenn. Your poem and his response so eloquently put. |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 02/17/18 at 11:19 AM It is both beautiful and humbling, time marching. I suspect the measuring will cease, but such a measurement meant the measure meant... |
| Posted by Brian Francis on 02/28/18 at 11:52 AM Boy does this just drip with compassion's lonely moments. It exemplifies the just-carry-on mentality that helps us through the whole process. A topic I have tried to delve into but i never done so well as you have with this piece. Kudos --bf |
| Posted by Paganini Jones on 07/29/18 at 04:57 PM This is a beautiful piece of writing and captures the time after. And the measuring out of time does eventually ease, I find. But it takes time... |
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