Stages Of Grief Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Being burdened by the necessity of helping to prepare
the house after a funeral, not angry just feeling the
sadness of what has happened to a close friend.

His death has affected me more than I thought it was
going to, feeling helpless, having helped his wife
with all preparations for people coming to the house.

Giving their condolences and visiting with his wife,
now a widow beside herself with inner grief, not
knowing what to do with these feelings being felt.

Tears, angry words, emotions, taking her on a roller
coaster ride, confusion and grief banding together to
make her think she's going crazy.

Yet she's only going through the seven stages of grief
in an order peculiar to her being only, for there is
no right or wrong way of grieving in this life.