Does grief speak to you,
Callously or compassionately?
It depends on how you answer
When it calls
If I don't answer, it'll knock
On my front door
It'll read "no one is home" and
Come to my bedroom window
It'll peer in and gasp when it sees me
Wrapped in synthetic silk and
It'll wonder why I lied
It'll shimmer between the slits in my night shades,
Gently imposing its reminder of what once was
It'll hold me softer than the satin I lay on
It'll remind me of my love---
Our love, and that
Grief is the secret to it all.
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Author:
Z (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 6th, 2026 13:43
- Comment from author about the poem: Coming on year 7 of my grandfather's passing, just expressin' some grief--per usual.
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Comments2
The personification of grief in this poem makes it so human with a feeling of compassion. Nicely done
Yes, I've learned to accept grief as a friend, and thank you!!
You are most welcome
Hi, Aziza,
There is no escaping the omnipresent shimmers of grief in this most splendid poem, your final line says it all and says it very well. Your grandfather must have been a wonderful person, may he rest in peace.
Fond regards,
Tony.
He certainly was. I'm glad you enjoyed the read, thank you for your kind remarks!
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