Others lost their dad
Children lost a grandfather
They are all very sad
Each struggle
with their mourning
What’s the
right thing they should do?
There’s
protocol to follow
Covid
restrictions too
With
fortitude and grace
And a firm “stiff
upper lip”
Masks affixed
in place
Only a
silent tear let slip
But
underneath the surface?
What emotions
are unbidden?
Does private
grief bubble up?
Past secrets
stay hidden?
Who can tell
how you would feel,
in this
painful situation?
Grief is
deeply personal
Not “news”
broadcast to the nation
Everyone mourns
differently
Some with
tears, but then there’s laughter
Memories tumble
quickly
No new ones
from here after
A wife lost
her husband
Others lost
their dad
Children lost
a grandfather
They are all
very sad
Having lost
a husband, a dad, a grandfather, an uncle, a friend I may have some inkling to
how the royal family feels at this time. But no one really knows and few of us
would ever have to face the public scrutiny they are subjected to.
But this poem isn’t just about their loss but it's written for any wife, child or grandchild at this time whose grief seems overshadowed by world events.
We all try to do the “right”
thing when actually there are no definitive answers in grief, laugh or cry,
shout and scream, whatever helps you though each day.
You are not
alone – God Bless!
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