Having a cup of coffee with grief.

So, grief came calling, a bit ago. Seems she wanted to visit with me, about mom.

I welcomed grief in, briefly, for a cup of coffee.

We commiserated, grief and I. Grief let me speak of mom. We laughed at fond memories.

I cried, in grief’s arms, for just a bit. Long enough, you see, to lay the full weight, of my sadness, upon grief’s shoulder.

Tears shed, words said, I bid grief ado.

“I may yet, return, tomorrow” grief said.

“I know” I returned. “I’m going to be busy”.

Tomorrow is mom’s birthday. I plan on celebrating it with her…

Happy birthday, mom. Tomorrow…