Loss

Many kinds of loss:
Each one unique.
Each one irreplaceable in its own way.

Mom:
The one who gave me life
Whose every moment was dedicated to giving.
I can never repay.

A pet:
Who was present
A touchstone of normalcy
Throuch chaos, life, and loss.

A chosen mother:
Who for a time
Eased the burdens of life with care and love.

A husband and helpmate:
A port in the storm
Found after too many failed destinations
Lost down a slipery slope
Of medical bad luck.

Or a husband and helpmate:
Who we thought would always be there
      To share with
      To cry with
      To laugh with
      To live every day with.
Suddenly gone.

Or even just a sum of money:
Maybe inconvenient.
Maybe not.
Maybe life changing.
Maybe just annoying.

Or a possession:
Maybe Prized.

Loss nevertheless.

No other person
Could fully understand
What each of us experienced.

Alone we face it.

We try to connect
Find common ground
Find solace
Find healing.

To defuse the pain
And recover from
The personal apocalypse
Of loss that just hit.


	5 November 2022 (unfinished)
	by Bill Cattey