Grief- a Study

guilt and grief mingling like bosom buddies regret and loss hand-in-hand questions never asked a life not known a death and another motherless, now fatherless bereft, and bereft again i live now caring for the kids yet in a haze the kids, so alive so real, so in the now always calling me out from my cave let me sit here awhile let me nurse this grief and commune with this loss i shall not run away it awaits me, daily every corner, every spare thought, every unguarded moment inarticulate, unspeakable grief that has no name but mine and mine alone.