In honor of National Poetry Month I want to share a poem I wrote out of despair when my uncle died. It is not only my uncle dying that caused the surge of emotions. In three short weeks I lost suddenly, my grandpa, then my uncle (to everyone's shock) and my grandma. These three weeks were heart wrenching for my entire family.
In the years since, I have realized three ways I cope with pain. First, I have 15 second pity parties. Second, I sulk in quiet internal despair. Last, I write. The system does not always turn out to be the most productive or beneficial for those around me. Yet, it is my system of functioning and I am okay with it.
I have also noticed that my system is not good for everyone.
However, my time of writing does benefit others. First, it is a talent I can share. Next, I put words on a paper that one other person may be able to relate to. This to me is the most important. If I can help someone else put thoughts to together that is disorganized in their life, my purpose and system is inspirationally significant.
With this I give you my thoughts for my uncle:
Do not weep for me
It was my time to go
Do not long for meI will find you
Do not cry for me
I had a great time
Do not miss me
I am near by
Do remember my smile
Let it lighten your soulDo let the morning sunshine
Begin a cheerful day
Do remember my wisdom
I am here for you
Do let the evening colors
Remind you to hold true
2007
Good for you Leesa! Yes, we all have our individual ways of working through grief and pain and even joy.
ReplyDeleteLosing so many loved ones is hard enough...but in such a short time had to have been excruciating.
Thank you for sharing your tender thoughts about your uncle!
hugs~