Three word Wednesday: beacon, grieve, kindred.
These three words made me angry.
It felt like the 3WW had been poking around in my carefully guarded lingerie drawer, digging for fertile secrets amidst the not-well-worn silky blacks and lacy pinks.
How long ago was it I sat in a support group for parents who had lost babies and I found the women who were still grieving many years later pitiful, as a group. "I won't be like that" I sneered on the inside while my face wore a compassionate sorrowful mask.
I have become one of them and today, with this prompt, it pisses me off.
So I wrote a haiku.
Her words, a beacon
"You don't have to grieve alone"
Kindred, at long last....