All morning the work demands
and I comply.
Note cards written, signed and stamped.
the cat's cry and needs all met.
Every bit of dirty laundry washed and dried.
every memory of him pushed aside.
I've more important tasks than mourning;
living flowers in my yard need corning
who'll cook for kids if I'm forlorn?
But there's no shortcut to forgetting.
It takes time and time and time until
we're riven, it takes all the time we're given.