Sher Gerber
Tending Sacred Spaces
Tag: Poetry
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Grief Work (Still)
Then As buds bloomed As grass greened As the horse and plow turned the soft dirt in neat rows We wondered We faced uncertainty and unknowing We hoped for the best but (attempted to) prepare for the worst. We waited for the official diagnosis And in our knowing without knowing We knew the world was…
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No Return Policy: a poem about grief
Grief is a roller coaster Trapped on a ride you didn’t choose Raising existential questions on a mundane Tuesday afternoon Grief is a marathon Tears unbidden as you unload the dishwasher and fold laundry Unfinished business rising without hope of a pretty bow Grief is a runaway train Relentlessly rolling over anything in its path…