Unmatched Affection – Working through Grief
Ernst, Astrid and I took the bus to Reissa because there was to be a party at Gammelgarden over there. So we hoped for that to begin with, but time passed and people started to gather. Solveig and we others were sitting by a wall when a dark and a fair boy came and asked us to dance. Torstein had arrived by then and I had shaken hands with him out in the hallway too. After the dance we sat…
I don’t understand why he fills my thoughts With memories of barking, smiling joy, His heart about to stop, his neck outstretched, His final breath a yowl of pain, then death. So where’s he now, just ashes on a shelf? It’s hard believing prints alone are left, His energetic spirit’s gone for good. I think of him always rolling in grass, The summer sun above, forever bright, Another time and place, and still alive. Is that enough to know the…