Seeds go underground and lie dormant until it's sprouting time. They are watered, bathed in sunlight, and tended to. The germination time is perfect and there is no rush. In grief, we go underground and lie dormant until it's blooming time. We cry, we hold ourselves in compassion, and offer grace. Our gestation time from death to birth, is always on time. I am the seed of my losses i have been tended to, nourished, in the dark i have grown where i was planted i am in full