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Source:
Adults
Author:
Emma Lashley
Title:
It is not the day it happens
It is not the day it happens
or the blur of days that proceed.
It is not at the graveside-
There they understand our need.
It is after all the well-wishers
Have taken their casserole dishes home.
It is after the ‘mourning period’,
When all the sympathy has been shown.
It is when life continues
But you are left behind.
When the pity becomes ugly;
When they do start to mind.
It is the traffic rushing by
All with somewhere to go.
It is the ticking of a clock,
Each hand striking another blow.
It is the couple on the street
As he whispers in her ear,
A smile engulfs her face.
My pain is so clear.
Why has no one told them
that part of me has gone?
Can’t we pause; reflect…rewind?
It is not time to carry on.
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