Wednesday, July 24, 2013


You're funny, Grief,
But I'm not laughing.

Some days - not many -
But some,
You are there, but gentle:

Bringing memories of happy times
Days when we smiled and laughed,
Days when we quarreled and made up,
Days when life was just

Wine on the deck
Ducks in the yard
Watching t.v.
Just Life

Some days,
Most days,
You're like the Class IV Rapids
On Jim's beloved Deschutes:

"Long rapids with powerful, irregular waves,
dangerous rocks, 
boiling eddies, 
precise maneuvering 
and scouting from the shore is imperative, 
take all possible safety precautions."

Some days,
Today, for example,
Days yet to come
Days already blotted from my memory
You are a beast,

Waiting till my head is turned,
Till my mind is occupied with endless tasks,
Reaching into my chest, grabbing my heart,
Shredding me.

Until all I can do
Is fall to the ground and cry.


  1. I'm so sorry for your loss, Cheryl.

  2. Oh, Sister, I hold you in my heart, and continue to pray for you.