Monday Morning's Mourning

Monday morning's mourning.
Some way heart come pouring.
Fill up the universe again.
Fresh, clean life reverse the pain.

Listen to the little children
As they hasten fit puzzle's plan.
Try and figure out the issue.
Rise and fall, Mom brings a tissue.

Grieving helps to mend the wounds.
Band aid covers pretend healed soon.
Are the choices just these two:
Band aid or face grieving's zoo?

Ignore the problem and hope away,
It will go if pretend I say.
Or look at closely the whole pain,
How and why and feelings shame.

Does the crying of the pain
Help the child get whole again?
Does the ignoring of the same
Create even more pain and shame?

For a life covered with band aids
Becomes a mummy as real skin fades.
Covered up by plastic skin
Not alive fantastic win.

Grieving is not acceptable;
Seething's anger, hurt and fall.
In our world of make believe
We're told for Pete's sake don't grieve.

You will just be really messy
And upset fuss and silly dressing.
Going around and be real sad
Might touch my heart make me feel bad.

How can I stay in my head
If your emotion's grieve instead?
You'll upset the apple cart
All designed to keep feelings apart.

Band aid's break and wear away.
Destroy the skin they're trying to play.
Perhaps they work a little while,
But Nature's work brings happy smiles.


Monday Morning's Mourning
by Loveson G. Flower
Monday, 10:50 AM, 9/29/97
Cafe Barrone, Menlo Park