The Postman Always Mocks Twice
Feeling like I've been repeatedly punched in the gut today. I am tired and tiredness means I’m not busy so have time to think. Before Adele’s death I would have given anything for time to think, now I just want to be busy.
I was fine till the post came. The post brought 2 letters. The first being the complete service of Adele’s funeral, the second being Adele’s student loan approval/asking for further bank details/I’m not sure I gave up reading.
The mailman is mocking me. Daughter’s future/Daughter’s death in two letters.
The mail mocked me the day I went back home after her death, by returning her birth certificate. I hate the mail. The mail brings letters she’ll never read.
I’m in this awful place and I’m stuck. There’s a tonne of stuff that I want to close down/have to sort out but I can’t because they won't issue a death certificate till there has been an inquest and the coroner's secretary has obviously put the interim death certificates in her to-do-file and she never answers her phone and the phone doesn’t have answerphone/voicemail and I can’t do anything!
I can't do anything. I can’t stop this awful pain, I can’t turn the clock back and I can’t change what has happened,so the mailman will go on mocking me.
I was fine till the post came. The post brought 2 letters. The first being the complete service of Adele’s funeral, the second being Adele’s student loan approval/asking for further bank details/I’m not sure I gave up reading.
The mailman is mocking me. Daughter’s future/Daughter’s death in two letters.
The mail mocked me the day I went back home after her death, by returning her birth certificate. I hate the mail. The mail brings letters she’ll never read.
I’m in this awful place and I’m stuck. There’s a tonne of stuff that I want to close down/have to sort out but I can’t because they won't issue a death certificate till there has been an inquest and the coroner's secretary has obviously put the interim death certificates in her to-do-file and she never answers her phone and the phone doesn’t have answerphone/voicemail and I can’t do anything!
I can't do anything. I can’t stop this awful pain, I can’t turn the clock back and I can’t change what has happened,so the mailman will go on mocking me.