Grief comes creeping in on tiny feet
gathering in a low fog across the floor
slowly rising, a mist unseen
After the initial shock
of ceremonies and rituals
After the painful joy
of memories and moments
Grief comes creeping in on tiny feet
gathering in a low fog across the floor
slowly rising, a mist unseen
After everyone else has moved on
returned to daily tasks
One day you're baking bread
Or washing dishes
And grief comes creeping in on tiny feet
Rising in a mist around you
Swirls of beauty and sadness
Lost potential
Vacant future
I entertain the grief
of the living
who do not know
what comes after
