The Reproachful Muse
Its been a very patient sheepdog
never nipping or barking
just walking behind me stopping whenever I did
lying down when I stopped
gazing with big limpid eyes
I dont want to write if I will feel too much if I do.
I was in war zone mode
setting task after task and narrowing focus to get it done
running the gauntlet of grief
I still get anxious when making decisions on my own.
I still dont really believe my husband is dead
It doesnt make sense
But I have moved house and can now walk to shops..
I have joined a choir, and even tried a Jive class.
I get badly dizzy but hey ho it may get better with practice.
One day I will even turn and pet the ever faithful poetry dog