His Great Grief

Today he cries full warm tears

For the one who taught him

That it is ok to cry

Just one of the gifts she had given

So in that way he learned

Through her

To see gifts everywhere

What is the gift now

In having her taken

To live without the soft place

He rested his head

Kind arms hugging around him

He knew he would find a gift

It would only take some time

He also knew

He would never stop crying

This kind of grief would live close

Up under his skin

For the rest of his shining lifetime.

his great grief

 

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Angela
    Apr 04, 2013 @ 07:15:42

    So very sad, but there are many pearls wrapped carefully in this beautiful poem, Jenny. x

    Reply

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