Snap. Crackle. Pop.
Can We Trust Grief's Healing Process?
Snap! Crackle! Pop! What is that sound I hear?
It isn't my bowl of Rice Krispies.
It is the sound of my LIFE I fear...
As body-soul-mind-spirit-heart-strength pitches
Into Child-Loss Earthquake's ravaged ditches
Splitting the core of each part with deep fissures....
Any neurosurgeon would be aghast to hear
A mere skull cracking open leaving a tear,
Yet these cracks don't stop with the physiological,
Nor just the body and heart biological...
Death rattles the earth of a Child-loss parent
In corners and crevices of life, not transparent
To th' naked eye, yet just as dangerous if not more
Than the cracks and fissures of the brain's core.
Would we leave a brain untreated, unhealed, unprotected?
Would we begrudge the healing needed for one so dissected?
Yet people around us Child-Loss grievers
Begrudge the healing and try to deceive us
Into thinking we can heal
Without the ability to even feel
The loss and grief left for us to bear...
They say we should proceed on with our lives with nary a care.
With such "beads and firewater" pitches, buyer beware!
Our body, soul, and spirit, along with mind, strength and heart
Should be nurtured and cared for as they've been blown apart.
Massive healing procedures should be put into place
With protections against germs of any who would abase
The needed rest, regrouping, and recuperation
Of a grieving parent who's been through death's worst decimation.
Grieving parent, take heed to soothe thyself ~Health's Proclamation!