GRIEF

(Written 6 months after my father’s passing ) It's been six months...yet it feels like only yesterday. Slowly I awake...as if from a dream ...a bad, bad dream... In the haze I start doodling and I realize I'm writing...about this man I called 'Father' My shock, dismay, rage, tears, grief... even laughter, gratitude... gushes out like blood from a sacrificial animal, like Cape's torrential winter rains Maybe it is because of the pain , maybe it is in spite of the pain that I'm reunited with old friends...pen and paper And brace myself to welcome a new unwelcome friend... GRIEF 19 April 2010