“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
― Mark Twain
Yesterday I went to report my son’s estate to the Estate Officer,
and she gruffly asked me why I had taken so long?
I gasped,
and choked on my words……
What I should have said to her was….
“I couldn’t get up each morning,
my world was blown apart,
my life completely unraveled,
here’s my shattered heart!”
Instead I said
“I don’t know”
and I tried to explain,
that grief is overwhelming
it debilitates the brain.
My body shook when I wrote down
“estate late beloved son”
she was unsympathetic
and I couldn’t
wait to run,
into streets
of understanding,
to scream out the words
“I’ve lived in hell for seven months
and life has become a blur…”
I really thought
she’d understand
what grief can reduce one to.
In times of outrageous sorrow;
I doubted I’d get through…
Why is kindness deficient
in a world of despair?
All I needed was concern and some tender loving care…….
©AllysoAlly2018