Hello P**try
Classics
Words
Blog
F.A.Q.
About
Contact
Guidelines
© 2024 HePo
by
Eliot
Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads.
Become a member
betterdays
Poems
May 2014
with my hands in my pockets
the currency of
grieving is in....
casseroles and soups,
left with notes,
on the back doorstep
flowers, bright, beautiful
and fragant,
delivered by gangling, teenage boys.
awkard silences and cups
of lukewarm tea.
mumbled condolences and
too tight hugs
late night rememberances,
after,
far too many drinks
tears, laughter and
in-house jokes...
photos, stories and
space for quiet reflection.
these things are...
the dollars and cents
of grief for a friend
but when all is, said
and done....
i would much prefer
to be penniless,
begging on the street,
with pockets empty
and moths for friends.
but alas that is not to be...
people's kindness in grief
is both binding and unbinding..... but always
well intentioned
Written by
betterdays
F/east coast australia
(F/east coast australia)
Follow
😀
😂
😍
😊
😌
🤯
🤓
💪
🤔
😕
😨
🤤
🙁
😢
😭
🤬
0
650
SCHEDAR
,
Wekiya Brian Cyrus
,
kate
,
PRETA PEACE NAMASABA
,
Anonymistress
and
13 others
Please
log in
to view and add comments on poems