Weep for me
-A poem of grief and processing loss
If the weeping willow could weep for me
It would take away the pain that you cannot see
The depths of my angst and sorrow
Intervenes on all my tomorrows
With thoughts of all that has been lost
I couldn’t know what it would be like now you’ve crossed
But now that you have
The ravine is so wide I can only imagine you on the other side
Watching over us now and then
Between seeing all your friends
Together again you and your loved ones
It must be a time to share
To talk about things that went on in this life
As we down here learn ways to live without you in the afterlife
So, if the weeping willow could weep for me
I would beseech it to weep loud and long
Wave its arms around
Stamp on the ground
Its leaves would float on the breeze
It would fall to its knees
Tears gushing from its trunk
Flooding the terrain where it is rooted to earth
Shaking and shimmering to bear the pain
Until the water began to wane
When there are no more tears for the ground to soak
When the streaks and pools have dried leaving a stain
The stain would remain
As a reminder of the loss of you, here with us in the physical
Because tears, anger, and hopelessness are all in vain
There is no bringing you back, not even for a day
You are gone for good and none of us are here to stay
Our lives are so short and over in a flash
It’s sad to think we sometimes treat it as though it was balderdash
It is a serious business living a life, taking the good with the bad and sometimes even strife
But making the most of what we have each day as it comes
Can bring us peace and way more than crumbs
If we can see it for what it is, a blessing and a gift
We may even make a shift
To a better place inside where we don’t hide
Who we are and what is important with less discordant
My mum, I know what she would say
Don’t worry just be happy and do your best every day.
