Monday, November 15, 2010

Just When I Thought It Was Safe

I thought it was safe to talk now
about his life and even his death.
I’ve ten years of tears to my credit
in that emotional bank account.
That’s enough to get me through
the rest of my life. I shouldn’t have
to worry any longer about when
the tears will fall, when the sob
will rack my body and leave me
like a jellyfish washed up on shore.
Crying anywhere, everywhere
should no longer be an iffy
proposition. I’ve done my time,
haven’t had a day off my sentence
for good behavior, I should be done.

8 comments:

Peggy said...

Oh Judy, this one is so heart wrenching. You have been through so much. Love to you.

Mary said...

I understand what you are saying here, Judy, know that tears are never far below the surface. You definitely HAVE done your time.

Anonymous said...

Such an honest heartbreaking poem, Judy. ((((((((Judy))))))

Lynne said...

ooops, "anonymous" was me, Judy. I clicked too soon. Love to you.

Bill said...

Who can figure it out ? Just have to keep on keeping on. Trusting there is an answer one day.

Diane T said...

This is heart wrenching, Judy. I totally get it.

LKHarris-Kolp said...

Judy- Your ladybug is close by, my friend!

Willow said...

There are no "should's" where grieving is concerned. A deeply heartfelt poem of your grief that you are brave enough to share.