I stood at the edge
Of my own grave
Of the woman I once was
Remembering all her good facets
And all the ways she wished she
Could be different
She wanted so much from life
Mostly
For it to be done
Laying her to rest
Remembering grief
Will be cyclical
There is no end
I will remember her one day
In the middle of working
The garden
And my heart will hurt
And tears will fall from my eyes
And I again
Will take myself to her grave
And kneel
And lay myself down
And rest my cheek to the ground
And let the earth
Greedily drink my tears
And again I’ll stand
And wipe my face
And get back to work
Tending the garden
I can’t stop because she’s no longer here
But I can remember her with love
And reverence
And gratitude
She lived through so much
And she did her best
And she believed
She believed
She believed