Written by : Isabella Seneuefa Leitūpo (she/her)
Eight years has gone by
And they say it gets better with time
But I don’t think it does
Tonight, I realized that I don’t remember
What it felt like to hug you.
I don't remember what it smelled like
When I buried my face in your
Chest on my bad days,
And when I really let that sink in
Everything goes blank.
Trying to write about grief is like
Trying to count the number of times
I’ll sit down at a table that
Should have one more set
Or the number of holidays
I'll have to focus on just getting through,
It’s never ending.
Trying to write about grief
Is like trying to ignore the
Vastness of this void
I’m supposed to call life.
I'm stuck in the present
Trying to figure out how to miss you
Without breaking!
...I FAIL.
This poem is a tribute to my beloved mom.
‘Ua ‘ou tau le tau’a lelei, ‘ua ‘ou fa’ai’uina la’u tausinioga, ‘ua ‘ou tāofi mau I le fa’atuatua.’