Beloved Remorse

Is it wrong that my grief
outweighs the child?  I have sacrificed
my sound mind and have taken up
a cup so bitter the ants turn away from me.


I did not choose her lilywhite casket, and had nothing to say early on
whether to bury or burn, whether to speak or remain
mute. 
            I was unprepared
for the wind, the earth
quake, the tide, the rumble in the sky and the tired
old earth turning
up the grass.

                     I think it’s my spirit
I heard when the lightening crashed.


                                Crackle Shoom Damn.

Don't be afraid, my raindrop baby
and don't you fear what comes next,
my sweet little never-kids.  We are free

after all.  We are together
and we are Home.

c. Melissa K. Furbush, 2008