New at This
By Laura McCollough Moss
What to do now,
Left alone with nowhere to put this pain.
“There’s no pill for it,” she said.
He looked at me from atop his wire rims
“What were you hoping I could do for you?”
Like I know.
Somebody do something
This hurts more than I ever imagined.
“Paddle your own canoe” you used to tell me
And so I wipe my face and step out the door
Do my best to fill your place at the table the sink the stove.
I’ve learned to be strong understanding and capable
It came at a price but finding grace is never easy.
The love the good times the memories remain.
Miss you so yet thankful to have had you with me.
You would tell me “it will be alright”, just one more
Reason why I loved you and
I will never forget.