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Poem by Denise Levertov

Talking to Grief

Ah, Grief, I should not treat you
like a homeless dog
who comes to the back door
for a crust, for a meatless bone.
I should trust you.

I should coax you
into the house and give you
your own corner,
a worn mat to lie on,
your own water dish.

You think I don’t know you’ve been living
under my porch.
You long for your real place to be readied
before winter comes. You need
your name,
your collar and tag. You need
the right to warn off intruders,
to consider
my house your own
and me your person
and yourself
my own dog.


I use to have this problem with handing grief. I tend to sweep it under the carpet and resume a bubbly self. Inadvertently, it comes and bites me in the ass, hard.

I would like to think I’m better at this in old age. Perhaps too, I have learnt to adopt a more positive outlook in life and somehow I do feel I have less to grief for and more to be thankful about. This is probably the best possible outcome. I’m a firm advocate of adversity tho, I think it makes one bigger, better and stronger.