December’s death was a tremor; January’s, major earthquake. Somewhere in the rubble I’m still searching for the metaphor That brings to life how I feel now that both my parents are dead.
I don’t feel it quite so strongly now, but still…. Peace to our ♥s!
Wow, Stephanie, this one feels like a gut punch of a poem – it packs a wallop!
Yep. Still sorting through those feelings….