Grief Graffiti

My son and I said this to each other all the time…it was one of our last texts to each other. So I got it tattooed on me along with his tag. The moon will never be the same to me now, but since reading this poem the other day I am seeing it in a whole new way.

THE MOON AND I

I have always loved the moon 

but now

she and I are locked

in an eternal pact of ‘hope’

I ask her how you are 

and she lets me know 

you’re peaceful

blissful

reminding me

you still exist within my own bones

and that she’s simply reflecting it back

so I can see it more clearly

I ask her not to stop

never to stop

I have always loved the moon

but now

she holds me in the night

when I need to see your face

I look at hers instead

and she shows me you, my love

she reflects you right back

And I ask her not to stop

never to stop.

I have always loved the moon 

but now

she and I are locked

in an eternal pact of ‘hope’

an eternal ‘remembering’

of you.

– Donna Ashworth