Grief changes your very being

it is not your image you are seeing

when you look in the mirror

You have to get that bit nearer

to see yourself a little clearer

Bags hang beneath your eyes

they fill with tears for you to cry

then linger and refuse to say goodbye

Your face turns a pinkish red

you want to hide away in bed

Try and get up and face the day

find a distraction to take the pain away