thursday

It is finished,

this earthly life of mom's, the burial, the service, the social, finished.

Emotions boxed in and wrapped with a cheerful countenance and tied up with a smile.

Perhaps it is the suffering that has ended that triggers relief that produces thankfulness.

My heart has, mercifully, not yet caught up with my mind.

Grief will untie the smile and rip off the cheerfulness and unbox the sorrow.

But not yet.

The daisies dance cheerfully in the garden not missing their kin that were picked for the grandgirls to place on oma's coffin. Mercy.