The Final Grief - A Poem

Today, I wanted to write a peppy post full of excitement and positivity and... to be honest, it's just not there. The world is too much with me. So, for today's Poetry Friday (hosted by the wonderful Linda Mitchell here), I'm sharing a poem I wrote a while ago about grief. (You may or may not know that I write poetry for adults too.) It's a Golden Shovel poem, off of the poem “In Blackwater Woods” by Mary Oliver. The line the poem springs from is: “to love what is mortal." Re-reading it now, I have an urge to do some scrapbooking this weekend... I hope it encourages you to linger. Love to you and yours.

THE FINAL GRIEF

Time rises upon you to

wash away moments of love

you neglected to anchor, for what

they don’t tell you is

memories, too, are mortal.