Today Grief sits by my side,
Quietly touching my hand,
My heart … my head.
Grief is there, in the background,
Yet hovering near,
Like a caretaker for one recovering from a serious illness.
As I emerge from my room, Grief calls to me gently.
“Move slowly,” she says,
“It takes time to recover and get fully up to speed.”
So I welcome Grief and her company,
Her understanding and care,
As I go forward into the sunlight of a new day.