Grief as a parent

To grieve as a parent is a strange thing

The absence of processed feelings

There are still dishes to wash

And a kitchen to clean.

There’s still food to prep

And kids to feed.

Wanting to have a moment alone

But the pile of laundry won’t help its own

There are still clothes that need to be washed and hung,

School drop off’s to be done.

Tantrums to tend to,

All while attempting to be calm.

Bottling up feelings because you cannot release

Can I have some time alone please.

Going back to work because you need to get paid

Really, none of us are here to stay.

Someday, they will mourn after us too,

Attending endless chores, they will get through.

A day in the life of..

I woke up in the middle of the night because I heard an explosion.

I usually sleep right through, but this one was close by.

Another 2 go off right after. Almost as if its next door

I hope my grandparents are safe.

I met a journalist from America today.

She asked me what the town was like before the war broke out.

But I don’t ever remember a time before this. It’s always been loud and crazy.

It’s always been like this.

What’s it like living in peace, I asked.

What’s it like to walk around and not live in fear of being killed every minute of the day?

It must be glorious. You must really appreciate it.

Your people must be living on heaven on earth.

She looked at me and started crying.

Did I say something wrong? I panicked. I didn’t mean to offend anyone.

She said “No, it’s just, I didn’t know how lucky I was until I came here. You don’t deserve this”.

“I’m really looking forward to going home and being in my safe apartment, but, my mind will always be with you.” She added.

I’ll be okay, I’m used to it, we all are.

I’ve lost so many family members, it gets harder everyday.

Imagine living in my world for one moment.

A little gratitude goes a long way.

– The girl from the war torn country.