I woke to find a familiar weight on my chest.
It pressed and crushed the air from my lungs,
Shredding and shattering something inside;
I felt the crackle and the sharp stab in my heart.
My chin drops, I glance down at my chest
To see the familiar grey, wrinkled foot
The ivory toes spread across my chest.
As my gaze travelled upwards, our eyes met
Hers full of regret, remorse, sympathy, empathy…
Mine full of the awestruck knowing, it has come.
Yes Grief, the elephant, visited me again
And I do not feel angry… this time.
I saw Grief’s compassion
Her eyes spoke to me “I am sorry, but you must go through this.”
It made me think of the dentist, having recently been…
Does she, hands loaded with syringe and tray full of tools,
Does she say to herself:
“I am sorry, but you must go through this”
Just before entering the abyss?
Yes Grief, the elephant, visited me again.
Though her stay was quite brief
The ache of my lungs
The throbbing pain in my heart
Will not let me forget the weight,
Nor the damage that remains.
…I shakily continue
Busy work spreads out my ability to focus
And relive her visit.
Lillian and her husband Dave are the team behind Brummet Media Group, high-fiving cheerfully as they pass each other on the way from checking off one item or other from their long to-do list. Their business includes Dave’s music studio and percussion accessory products and graphic design work as well as numerous award-winning non-fiction books and popular blogs. Visit the Brummets @: https://linktr.ee/LillianBrummet -&- drop by their Amazon Author page @: https://amazon.com/author/lillianbrummet