Sierra Mazzucca Poet Rhyme

Your Forever Home

Wow.
Which color. Which size. Should we put a beautiful design. I can't believe I am picking out an urn for my sister to reside. This is not a choice I thought would ever be mine.  I am stuck trying to decide if I even want to believe you left and died. This part of the  process is called denial and I am afraid I may be here for a while. I can't imagine you are nowhere on this planet in flesh and bone. No longer a voice I will  hear on the other side of a phone. I wish I could get through this step of grieving, but every step is here for a reason. Picking an urn, putting you in is just something I can't begin. It's real, you are gone. My life is still here, but I will not simply move on. Picking a forever place for your ashes to lay is the last decision for you I ever wanted to make. My heart is still beating but broken it is, I can't believe I am picking the last place for you to live.

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Deb M September 3, 2022 at 9:11 PM Sierra….your poems are so sad….I just want to give you big cuddle and tell you…you will get through the grief in your own time…..for me time hasn’t healed but it has eased and I am are able to cope better. Hold in there painful as it is.Take care….lDebx Sierra Mazzucca September 5, 2022 at 11:22 AM Thank you Deb. Unfortunately life hasn't been too kind recently, but writing and getting it out helps. I apologize if it is too sad. It hurts less when I get it out.