
17/09/2024
I saw this poem today and it really resonated with me. It seemed to speak to not only my own experience of grief, but also of the grief I hear daily in my work with clients. Sometimes the grief is a death, sometimes a lost lover or friend, sometimes a pet, sometimes an estranged relationship with children or parents.
So often it’s this sense that the inner experience is so much more than anything that can be expressed externally that everyone shares to some degree.
So thank you Becky Hemsley.
____Quietly____
“I missed you quietly today. So quietly that no one noticed.
I missed you as I climbed out of bed and as I brushed my teeth; when I waited at the lights on the drive into work and as I heard the rain outside my window.
I missed you as I ordered lunch and as I kicked off my shoes when I got home; as I switched off the lights and climbed into bed for the night.
I missed you without tears or noise or fanfare.
But oh how I felt it.
I felt it in the morning, at lunchtime, in the evening and at night. I felt it as I woke, as I waited, as I worked. I felt it at home, on the road, in the light, in the dark, in the rain.
I felt it in every one of those moments, each one sitting heavier and heavier as the weight of me missing you kept growing and growing.
Yes, I missed you so quietly today.
But I felt it so loudly.”
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Becky Hemsley 2024
‘Quietly’ is a newer poem