Infants Remembered In Silence (IRIS) - Poems

Falling Apart

By Eloise Cole

I seem to be falling apart.

My attention span can be
measured in seconds.
My patience in minutes.
I cry at the drop of a hat.
I forget things constantly.
The morning toast burns daily.
I forget to sign the checks.
Half of everything in the house
is misplaced.
Feelings of anxiety and
restlessness
are my constant companions.
Rainy days seem extra dreary.
Sunny days seem an outrage.
Other people’s pain and
frustration seem insignificant.
Laughing, happy people seem
out of place in my world.
It has become routine to feel
half crazy.
I am normal I am told.
I am a newly grieving person.

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