02 September 2015

Water Shed

Mourning brooches containing the hair of a deceased relative. Wellcome L0036197.jpg
Mourning brooches



When he dropped dead
And she started antidepressants
When he was dead
And she still cried and cried
When he was gone
And she stopped feeling haunted
When he left for good
And she rested easier
When he wasn't coming home again
And she wore his flannel shirt and jeans
When he was truly gone
And she received his letter
When he never returned
And she put his letter with the locks of his hair
When she began to forget his face and form
And stopped wearing his blue jeans
When she put her tears away 






Copyright © 2015  S.L.Chast




21 comments:

Sumana Roy said...

"When she began to forget his face and form"...so very poignant yet it's reality...I love the title....

Old Egg said...

There is a battle for the one that is left behind between clinging on and letting go. It might be a long battle if the death is sudden however even if this is not the case there is still that desire to keep some memories always. The tears are not as bad as the odd "things" that you want to keep. Needless to say I have been in this position.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Such a poignant and captivating piece. Often a person has to move on and forget the face and form of their past life.
Beautifully penned.

Lots of love,
Sanaa

Unknown said...

Somehow I feel that he left her before he "left."
We just heard of a dear aunt's death last night - so the tears are fresh.
So glad you are recovering well Susan.

X said...

It is a journey. Much longer than the poem itself. The letting go, even though we know we never will truly. There will always be a string that follows, but it does become easier.

annell4 said...

This seems such a powerful piece, said in a simple way, with simple words.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

The image and the poem are so poignant, as is the image of her wearing his shirt and jeans. Grief is such a long hard valley that we move through. It takes strength to "put her tears away". What a true watershed moment this is, Susan. And thanks for writing to the prompt. I loved this poem.

Mary said...

This very honest poem speaks of deep grief, Susan. The letter & then the actual death would be very difficult! I do know that it takes a while to move on, and the moving on is step by step. And I am glad to hear that the tears are now put away.

claireylove said...

You've really captured all those different moments of loss here, the whole journey.

Maude Lynn said...

This is put together beautifully, Susan.

Myrna R. said...

This is sad, but I'm glad the tears get put away eventually.
Glad you're recovering well Susan. Nice to have you back.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Hmmm, this is very profound, albeit straightforward and economical with language. A little masterpiece!

rallentanda said...

A heartfelt description of the stages of grief. It helps others to prepare and those who are going through it.
An important poem !

Sreeja said...

It is deep and sad....!

Scarlet said...

So it is, a journey to finally realizing we can be happy with our self, forgetting face, form and tears of the past ~

Hope you are well Susan ~

Grace

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Many here have used the word "poignant" --it is such a wonderful description--this is a wonderful piece Susan

kaykuala said...

Sometimes memories dampen hopes. Accepting the adverse moments can help the recuperating process. Great lines Susan!

Hank

Truedessa said...

So good that she could stop wearing his jeans and wear her own...change is hard...

Gen Giggles said...

Loss is hard to cope with and the process can be very slow.

Hannah said...

This is so emotive, Susan.

Intelliblog said...

Karen Blixen (writing as Isak Dinesen) says: "The cure for anything is salt water: Sweat, tears or the sea." Your poem reminded me of this, Susan, especially starting from the title, the punning "Water shed" . A wonderful commentary on loss and water shed...