Coming to Grips (1)
Updated: Sep 23
It has taken a long time for me to face the reality of my mother's passing. She left in March 2020. It's only now that I've begun to process it all. My doodles opened the door for the words to creep back in. Let's see what happens next...
I've been wondering How you left Were you entangled In those sheets you shared For more than half a lifetime Jingling and jangling With all that jewelry He looped and chained On you
Were you led away floating Held by the ecstasy Of a greater LOVE Like Solomon's bride
Or did you break free Like a flame Rising
I want to think You chose the fire But I'll never know Will I?