it’s done. i wrote the poem. grief and fear have pushed be towards cliche and hyperbole. it’s not my best work, but i am not a poet. i’m not even sure she’ll read it, but i did it. i am not going to show it to you. it’s too raw and will not stand up to your quick judgements. it is ours, and ours alone.
i’ve been doing my best to avoid the day. laying in bed, reading a book, thinking that the longer i stay undressed and under covers, the longer i could stave off the inevitable.
the wake starts at 5. mom wants us at the church by 4. i haven’t even showered. i can’t decide if i should eat anything, or just skip it.
today, i am lost.
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Definitely eat something. It should be something light and non-spicy, like some saltines or white bread. You’ll need your energy, and you definitely don’t want to pass out because you didn’t eat.
I wrote something for my grandmother too. At the time I thought it was quite nice, but now I cringe every time I look at it. The good news is that everyone else is going to be in the same frame of mind as you, so it’ll sing. This really is one of those times you get an ‘A’ for effort. Beyond that, I’m sure it’s chock full of meaning.
Brava, jodi. I’m so proud that you wrote it.