Thursday, July 15, 2021

emptiness of loss

when a flower sleeps at the end of its season,

a bird flies o’er or a cloud soars by, we assume

the flower will grow next spring, that another

cloud will soar by and the bird will come back

to perch on the limb of a maple or oak


but when we lose a love one to heaven, the

loss leaves us so empty, we wish to see their face

one more time but we know this not to be, though

deep in our hearts and in our minds, we keep them

alive, hold onto the memory of their smile


we must shed tears from the depth of our soul,

not lose sight of their face, remembering their 

gentle touch, how smooth and soft their skin, waft

of their hair, how deeply we loved and our hearts

feeling the beat of each other’s in a warm embrace.


This is dedicated to the nine who lost their lives in

the tragic helicopter crash, to the Bryant family,

to Kobe and Gianna and, also, in memory of those

who were also in the helicopter and tragically

lost their lives. 


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