After nine months comes the crisis feared;
Acknowledgement of total,long feared loss.
With grievous pain ,the soul and heart are seared,
As we feel inside us all it’s cost,
The threshold of this world and of the new
A place to linger, liminal and long
We cannot see new landscapes in one view.
Without perception we may well go wrong.
We wonder as we reach the point of choice
Who will guide us when we must decide?
Shall we hear an inner,wiser voice
Or walk with indecision by our side?
Loss brings grief;evasion does not heal.
Lonely ,we must eat this final meal
How my heart sings 