I wrote this months ago, trying to give words to what I was seeing happen to my son as he lived in active addiction. Praise God, he is still clean, a month out of rehab. I am thankful!
Grave Digger
by OneMomTalking
7/24/09
So many people
gone wrong.
Their songs become the songs
of grave diggers.
One shovel
for the death of a grandmother.
One shovel
for father’s disapproval, one
for mother’s inability
to move forward
when the marriage failed.
One for the drugs he did last weekend, and now
He keeps digging
because he doesn’t recall
how not to dig.
His song is the song
of a Grave Digger:
the low baritone chant
of a gaunt and gray
graveman.
And the rain begins to fall.
And the rain begins to fall.
One shovel of dirt for the timing
of the rain.
The funeral
is a long way off.
But the grave:
always at the ready.
One Mom Talking: The ongoing story of one mom, three teens, and heroin. 