Grief poetry: 'The Coat'
A bit of background to this, which I neglected to give last time I posted. My apologies. I lost an online friend to cancer on Easter Sunday, 2007...obviously the fifth anniversary is rapidly approaching, and emotions are running high. This is an old poem, but reflects present feelings:
I wear it like an overcoat,
Escaping definition, it eludes me still
I have owned this coat for five years
I used to wear it every day
But I don’t any more – I carry it
With me as a mark of who I’ve been
I’m no longer that person
But still I keep the coat
I guess I bought it when I met you.
You didn’t like it, said it didn’t suit me.
Still, I’ve kept the coat
I knew I’d wear it one day
Grudgingly I shrugged it on
Four Easters ago.
Maybe this year, I’ll ditch the coat.
It’s not the coat that holds the memories
They’re part of me, though my mind
Had until recently locked the door
Now I’ve found the key.
Sincerely hoping to find a little peace on the way to Easter.