Selfish?

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in the first days
weeks
months of grief

I wanted to shout to the rooftops 
my baby died
but he was here

there was an honesty that poured out of me
everyone needed to know
this terrible, crazy thing that had happened to me

I found a sick pleasure
in letting people know in blunt terms
about my tragedy

watching their faces pass through
expectant to shock to horror to pity
I enjoyed their speechlessness

as time has passed, I have held it closer
no longer revealing my tragedy to everyone
not even to most

I keep his memory
selfish and guarded
protecting what little I have left

This is our second poem in a row on Glow In the Woods, after Kathy’s Valentine’s poem last week, and we are wondering whether you write poetry, too…? Does poetry give you a different way to access or share feelings? To communicate with your baby? If you do write poems, we invite you - if you feel comfortable - to share some lines in the comments. And if you don’t write your own poems, are there poems that speak to you in your grief? We’ll add one in the comments and please share any others you love.