It's been one of those weeks. I should have expected it to some degree.....it's not so much the sadness but the memories sweeping over me.
I am trying hard not to inflict my grief on anyone else so this morning there is a poem I wrote at a creative quiet day taken by our lovely Bishop which helped a lot!
I do not tend my graves
I sit with them
I bring no flower , no stone, no voice
I bring my love,
My sorrow and my pain with my regrets.
Two graves, two graveyards
The children of my womb lie undisturbed
Apart from me.
I ask no thing or person to remember me.
Those who might have gone before me
But I still sit......alone
They are gone.
I am here
Account for that Lord!