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It waits for me.
A spiraling tendril
a shroud
an envelope, a cloak

I make my way from daily tasks
into nighttime rituals
and there it is.
my grief.
patiently waiting to envelop
me with its familiarity
not a comfort, really
a new habit.

I find my way to a peaceful
sleeping place
only to awake
and it is there.

My grief waits for me
like bookends.

Erev ( evening of ) Homecoming

Clear as a bell
loud as a chime
my mother said:
you know what I want ,Jenn
it's now time."

"I want to go home"
amidst life that's large
in the hub of loving family
coming home.

Day so long
surreal, yet so clear
honoring you with
all my heart
I will always keep you near.

So rest, dear one
be at peace
sweet smile upon your face
you are coming home
to the family
in your chosen place.