Finding a kind of release

Different people have different ways of coping with grief.

A few months ago, I had brought over this classic volume of poetry that I think used to be my mum's. I had wanted to read out some of my favourite verses aloud to the little life growing in me... to share some of the music of words that I thrilled to in these lines.

But I guess it was not to be.



As I flicked through the pages of verses, I came across some familiar words that just expressed so aptly, the anguish I was feeling inside. I find a kind of release in these words that described my precise thoughts and feelings.

Tears, Idle Tears
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more...


I Shall Know Why
Emily Dickinson
I shall know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each separate anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky.

He will tell me what Peter promised,
And I, for wonder at his woe,
I shall forget the drop of anguish
That scalds me now, that scalds me now.