it was not easy when my father died
i had no one to talk to /only one who
understood was another whose father was also gone.
He shared with me his sense of loss-
how it does not diminish over time
even when we have left,our origins remain
And we are part of all that we remember
That is our task -to hold them to the Light
so they may pass as they were meant to
and we may also be released in time
Right now,the freshness of a shock remains
It grows larger as nights and days
when who we love is no longer with us
we become less(we mourn and grieve this
So here is a hug for the tears that will come
as volunteers/and the wailing
To let go is just the beginning
Harder to still love-and release...
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