Thank you, Susan. I wrote it some time ago ... and when I was looking through my repertoire (um, fancy word) for poems on muscles, this one rose to the top ... Sending you love, you who also knows this unexpected, unwanted, powerful gift of hypertrophic grief.
BTW, I had to look up hypertrophic, and was intrigued at the etymology: hyper for "beyond" or "exceeding" and trophia for "nourishment." So when grief is hypertrophic, it is literally over-nourished. That's a metaphor to chew on.... xoxo
Rosemerry, That poem is just exquisitely beautiful. I cried reading it. I am glad you are here, glad you are breathing. And I am sending you hugs.
Thank you, Susan. I wrote it some time ago ... and when I was looking through my repertoire (um, fancy word) for poems on muscles, this one rose to the top ... Sending you love, you who also knows this unexpected, unwanted, powerful gift of hypertrophic grief.
BTW, I had to look up hypertrophic, and was intrigued at the etymology: hyper for "beyond" or "exceeding" and trophia for "nourishment." So when grief is hypertrophic, it is literally over-nourished. That's a metaphor to chew on.... xoxo