They came to stay
For days and days
To support me, be with me
At this sad time.
Drove me to the store
Then waited outside
At a respectful distance
From the cash register
They went to the cinema
Made me a sandwich
Giving me space
To be alone
They want to be sure
Everything is organised
To take some of the strain
Like finding the Will.
I have it.
I`m in it.
They`re not.
A conversation with an elderly bereaved relative, 18 January 2013. Submitted by Yanto Cramer.
Verbatim Poetry 