Friday, August 21, 2009

Cowboy Grief

Tough Loss

When my mother died
I returned to my childhood
I went back to church

That got me crying
And I cried, and cried, and cried
Every time I went

Before the sermon
Even before the singing
I started crying

It was good for me
Some people didn’t get it
But I didn’t stop

I just kept crying
And felt my heart get lighter
I went to graveyards

That made me cry too
I even tended some graves
That looked neglected

I did that for me
To get a sense of purpose
To move on from grief

Now it’s years later
All that crying is over
I don’t go to church

I do something else
I have a room in my house
With nothing in it

And I go in there…

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