grieving the living

grieving the living

A Poem by Brooke
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On finding the new normal after loss

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I felt a raindrop overhead.

I thought of you, as the grass it fed,

Sprung softly into view.

I heard a frantic crow announce

That the football was thrown just out of bounds

Of the children passing through.

And I thought of you, as the tables set,

Through the tears I’ve wept, from the winks I slept,

To my fragrant coffee’s brew.

And I think of you, as the days make weeks,

As the baby speaks and the awning leaks,

And morning breaks anew.


© 2021 Brooke


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one can really feel the sorrow of these words. How does one truly move on from loss? They don't. It is always there in a shadow's cold comfort. This poem touched me with its honest truth about loss, and never really moving on from it but simply living with it.

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Added on December 11, 2021
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Tags: grief, love, sadness

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Brooke
Brooke

Fort Collins, CO



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I work full time but am trying to pick up some writing on the side. I have been passionate about poetry in the past and trying to get back into it. more..

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