Sunday lingered like a bad date
And it whispered things unsaid
From the years before
Light-hearted laughter with myself over 50 year old scotch
Daddy was saving it for the day he walked me down the aisle
But hey, marriage is for people with courage
An I ain’t got dat’
Daddy gone
And so …
I move with the current
And the current moves with me
I help grief dig a ditch in the pit of my heart
I pour me another drink and sip daddy’s scotch
And it whispered things unsaid
From the years before
I tried to laugh the pain away
But here I was
In daddy’s kitchen
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Remembering
mentalnotes1 
Stark portrait of grief.
Indeed it is 💔 Thank you for commenting 😊
Welcome
On should never underestimate the benifits of getting absolutely hammered.
Absolutely! When all else fails! Poor-me another drink 🍻🍷 😂
I find it wise to be preemptive about these things. It’s best to get a head start just before all else fails. It softens the inevitable blow.
The truth is I don’t drink but I’ve been known to drown myself in sorrow in my younger years before God got hold of me. Now I just live vicariously through my characters/imagination, there’s a few things I wish I could drown with the bottle, just dunk the whole situation in scotch lol
There are many ways to drown yourself, the temporary versions are normally considered preferable. Though reports from those taking the permanent option have been sketchy at best, and one in the vice-like grip of a God may have particular feelings about that.
Anyway, as an artist you can take a sort of metaphorical approach to the booze if you choose.
‘Drunk as a skunk
Though skunks don’t drink
Gin is not the thing
That makes them stink
They find it hip to take a sip
As they teeter on the brink
But whatever booze you choose
You should abuse, I think’
Daddy always said whatever I do be a professional and trust me, I WAS! 😊
Actually, more than grief, as I read it. The sense is like seeking to find a road after the guide has gone. The mourning is for both the lost guide and the lost way. I’m sorry.
It’s just poetry 🙂 I do write a lot about my situations but this was was my imaginary friend 🙂 Your assessment was correct, she is trying to find her way after such a mammoth lose. Thank you for empathy and commenting it mean everything in a world where apathy has become the norm ❤