the station after grief

your son died.you are broken.oceans of dolphins wash up on your beach
you cannot see past your drowning seas.(yes you can
time is release.there is a station after grief
death leaves us.less.we cannot pretend.lost tooth.gap teeth.
the bite is a hole in us.we eat with air.there is a station waiting
when we leave,we leave all this behind us.including handkerchief grief
remembering the best of us expects the rest of us
to give tithes to sadness ,not to tax to death.Move on-
the tracks do not stop at one.Everywhere is loss and birth simultaneous
Children are more than saints and angels with dirty faces
Idealizing them makes you less.Release!These carriages of grief
click cameras to remember,draw curtains to forget.There is a world beyond death
It is this life.While we are here,visit with respect.Give death dues
but not more than now.You must move on.Your train is waiting
At the platform they will remind you of your destination
Keep moving.There is more to see than loss.Being born is continuous-
a process of unfolding wonders.Letting go of sorrows lets them leave
You can grieve-but there is more to know
and you will only find it when you go