I’m sitting shivaSeven-day mourning period following the funeral of a first-degree relative, during which time family members remain at home and receive visits of comfort. Other customs include abstinence from bathing and sex, covering mirrors, sitting lower than other visitors, and the lighting of a special memorial candle which burns for seven days.
For all the days, I got up and ran
When really, I wanted to be makeup-less and lowered.
Gone is the moment I covered my tears.
And gone is the water bowl made empty by resignation and helping.
Who will arrange the catering?
I still do not know.
But I’ll take the concluding walk now
Not around the block
But to my bed.
For my next act of living will be
Lighting my own candle.
