Grief
is cumulative;
each new loss stacked
on the old ones;
like sedimentary rock
the weight will crush you
by layers,
given time
& enough pressure.
To survive
dig up those ancient bones
& get to know them well.
They will dry out
& lighten
like dandelion seeds,
& you can loose them easily
with 1 gentle breath,
scattering seeds of joy
sprung from ripened pain.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
I can feel you! But remembering with joy and gratitude the things, the moments, the smiles and the tumbles, fumbles and stumbles…yes, remembering all things shared reduces the weight of loss and reduces grieving! Great poem.! (These poems are a nice welcome to internet space. I have been away for the last two days to a location about 900 km from my base on field mission, a place up the hills, higher than the clouds, (with temperatures of 10 degrees centigrade in Africa!) and just came into a small town where there is internet and now reading these and unwinding!)
Thank you, Noel! It sounds like you are in a beautiful, thin-aired, and cool (temperature-wise) place…glad I could welcome you back to your electronic life with poetry 🙂
Everything certainly leaves ashes or some kind of vestige ~WONDERFUL writing Susan ~Sincerely Deborah