A poem about grief
It is human nature to take things for granted
Until we lose it
And then we appreciate it for all the things we did not even like before
And we take it out on the ones who are still here
Because they are still here
And we think we have time
When the last card is sent and the flowers have bloomed
Your time is up
They say you must move on
There is a job to be done
You have bills to pay
They would not want to see you this way
So life goes on and milestones are met
And you pray that somewhere, some how
They are still a part of it all
And then it gets better because pain heals with time
Or we learn to manage the pain
Or to ignore it
Anything to keep us sane
Caught up in our a ‘successful lives’ setting targets, achieving goals
We are too busy to talk, too tired to care
We take the ones who live for granted
It is their time to go, we are not ready
One more minute, one last hug
Our shoulders are heavy, still carrying the weight from before
Our hearts untended are angry and weak
The insignificant moments become wounded memories unspoken
Your time is up there is a job to be done.
