Grief is like a seashell…

 For Jill

The other day, my friend Jill sent me this little poem about grief. 

I had to giggle since I had just purchased this t-shirt.

 I decided right there and then I would write about grief as a seashell. 

I combed through the box of shells that Jim had left behind, ones he had collected. And what a collection! I like knowing that there was a day in his life he discovered each of these beauties and cared enough to come home and organize them into a box I would find after he was gone.

Grief is like a seashell

it comes in endless forms

One time it may be like a spike

Another time, an all out strike...

Some days with grief are

smooth like a shell

which has rolled around in the tide...

The water of the tide being tears cried...

And just as the shells lie in the ocean

out of sight, submerged,

So it is with grief

always there

waiting to emerge.