Do Not Rush Me Please…
Grief…
Is a manifestation of love and respect
To honor the gift of companionship
Bestowed on us by those who have passed.
Wolves of War
I dream my one grandmother’s dreams
of the Wolves of War
always, the Wolves of War,
and hunks of old bread, bullets, rape, and lost children.
Grief is a Kitten
Grief is a kitten wanting to toy with you
One moment a blanket of purring fuzzy love,
Contentedly crashed out on top of your chest, with her tail in your face.
The next its claws tear bloody scars across your aching heart,
Bound to heal over time,
But hurting like hell in the meantime.