The wind howled
It blew a large round tumbleweed across the road
And it came right at my car.
There was no time to stop and I hit it.
It exploded and tiny branches went everywhere
It disappeared and broke into pieces
I imagined my grief as that tumbleweed
Rolling around in my life during the year
Then the holidays come
Bringing the day you died full circle again
Somehow that tumbleweed puts itself together
Year after year
And once again I know it’s coming full force
Some years I tried to sneak around it
Other years I tried to ignore it tumbling toward me
At a high rate of speed
This year I met it head on
Exploding it into tiny pieces
I think some branches dropped by the wayside
Maybe it won’t be so big next year
Next year, I promise myself
Maybe it won’t be so big.
In Memory of my son, Joe.