Room to grieve

 I am the grandmother of beginnings

the sister of reluctant endings

I can be reduced to snowflake ashes

to the footprints of your eyelashes

I am the essence of constant change and will rearrange 

all you tried to believe

I will give you room to grieve

I cupped sand in my palms

gazed at the ocean 

grasped roots between toes

digging feet into earth

fertilized. 

a whole new angel

with a wicked tongue

I unleash silver pellets of truth

I don't mean to brag, I am a very young hag

in the sweetest sense

I am a newborn, a whole new wand

reflection in the pond of your life

the ripples the strife the sacred knife

which severs all you wanted and tried to believe

I will give you room to grieve