To surprise me with my grief …. implies that I could ever forget.

By Kate C.

They don’t want to remind me of her.
Don’t want to say her name.
Don’t want to bring it up.

But it is up.

It is up in the morning.
It is up in the afternoon.
It is up in the evening.
When I’m laughing,
When I’m running,
When I’m resting,
On her birthday,
On Christmas,
Every day,

It is up.

To remind me of my daughter,
To surprise me with my grief,
To bring up my dead baby girl,

Implies that I ever could forget.

It is always, always up.