oh the dance of grief
it’s music washes over me like a wave from nowhere
i am compelled to dance or die within
i’m scared i’ll forget you sweet baby
as much as i’m scared of being forgotten.
i dance alone, as those i love hear their music at different times.
it is a solo dance.
i look at your picture, sweet eyes open
and realize i missed this
as I was on waves of another kind…
dancing another type of grief
of missing your first moments,
moments like this, eyes opened peeking
at the unknown world beyond your mama’s womb.