Daily Practice
Poetry from the Junkman’s widow
A clever widow advised, take that grief in small sips, sister: No sense letting the waves Steal your breath: you’ll drown.
Those waves come at you unannounced, they overwhelm you, sister. Do what your girlfriends say: small steps, hang onto your crown
Your king is gone but still, you’re a queen with life to live, sister. You’ll float, you’ll find your way: Don’t let grief drag you down.
Just write, be free, don’t judge, words will save your soul, sister. Just write a poem a day, swim strong, and never drown.
Elizabeth Barnesco / July, 2021
