Tribbles are very creative. I hope I shall be the same. I will be posting poems, thoughts and complaints here. Also, some notes about my pathway of grieving the loss of my family.
Here's a poem I wrote after my husband died at 54. My whole family had a graveyard sense of humor. I still do:
Mr. Lally brought a dolly,
And came and rolled my heart away,
It seems funny now to see
A hole in the place where my heart
Used to be.
You'd think a person couldn't function
Without a heart to pump their blood,
It's amazing to discover
A thing that shouldn't happen could.
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