Tag: grief

How many griefs can be hidden in one body
and still she rises up and greets the day?

I spent a long morning
scraping up silence
listening for a healing word
after a night of pacing
fevered rocking
gulping for breath
then I remembered your kindness
and the gentle reminder:
miracles often appear
on the swift wings of grief

I was that woman walking home tonight
on the cold and crowded street
arms so full of flowers
you could not see the twinkling lights
of my tears

Here I am warm
but out there I am cold without her
he said
broken heart and halting English
at my little window
He signed, I stamped in blue ink
each of us batting back tears
Does this make her death real
or any more bearable?
Would that I could send a small glowing
coal to warm him on his way