grieving the livingA Poem by BrookeOn finding the new normal after lossI 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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