Grief Still Comes In Ripples

A short poem about loss and grief during the holiday season.

Grief Still Comes In Ripples

By

Ann Outlaw

The Christmas lights glow in the distance, a subtle twinkle

Deep in the fireplace, the embers crinkle

My mind starts to wonder, my forehead wrinkles

Your memory floods my heart, my skin begins to tingle

What I thought would be over by now, the grief still comes in ripples

The warrior that used to be me, has now become so brittle 

Reviews

[Dennis Wolf]

The title got my attention. Understand there is a lot of emotions brewing in there, however I think it may be more than just missing a loved one or such. There is definitely more.

The only real suggestion... If you can call it that.. Make this one longer, possibly write a short story...
Nah, in the end it was effective.

Thanks for sharing.

[Gee]

Can totally relate to this having lost mum 3 years ago and a cherished friend of 45+ years in August 2021.
Describes so well what many, many experience.
Well done

[Ann Outlaw]

Thank you for the comment. I'm sorry that it resonated with you, it can be so hard especially this time of year. Blessings to you!

[willweb]

It is sad to lose one that you love and even sadder I think to lose someone during the holiday. It is really sad though that, ripples always held a special meaning for me of a very happy time and now I see then used to express sadness and loss. Your poem was deeply felt

[Ann Outlaw]

Thank you for your comment. Isn't that the amazing thing about words? We can formulate so many expressions of the same word, it is fascinating to me. Some sad, some happy, some peaceful, some daunting...all about the same word. Blessings!