Grief creeps into the cracksNov 15, 2018
Grief finds shape in absence...
the lack of dressing made just so,
of sweet potato casseroles
and broccoli casseroles
and a square of Jell-o salad.
Grief finds expression in silence,
missing the sounds of voices stilled or too far distant,
the silence too orderly without the chaos of children,
a dog's collar no longer jingling.
Grief creeps into the cracks
where tradition and ritual used to be...
Broken and maybe even mended
yet as grief is wont to nag,
never again the same.
We think of grief as big and bold
announcing itself on a timetable
and fitting itself into schedule.
But sometimes it comes
tumbling into our moments.
And what else can we do
but hold our suddenly tender hearts