Grieving is hard. How long does it take to forget someone you love?
The jagged edges of grief tear at my spirit
they pull and snag
and rip and shred
Is there a secret to surviving with
the fabric of my life
But Can I Hide?
Anxious to get the grieving done
I run and run and run and run
Thinking at last I’m almost there
I glimpse her apron hanging,
still hanging, hanging
by the stair
(Both poems excerpted from The Last Violet: Mourning My Mother, Moving Beyond Regret, copyright 2002 Lois Tschetter Hjelmstad)