Grief
I feel you.
I fear you.
When if I feel you
Will I ever wake up?
Will I be free from
fearing of forgetting
those that I miss.
Embrace you, I fear
While you are so near?
Like a thundering, cloudy storm cloud
You cover me
like a shroud and a shawl.
And yet
I must not forget
that in such strife
there will come life.
Senora Dolorosa
Via Dolosora
Tu Es Amorosa
Grief
you are a beautiful woman
whose embrace warms my frightened heart.
You are a gentle woman
whose eyes beckon me
Beyond my pain now
Beyond my sorrow now
To the life you carry within you.
You live now in many nations
You hear now many languages
You soothe now many a breaking heart.
Thousands have died
You live now in the hearts of untold numbers.
Long ago, a great poet wrote Mama Forgets Her Birds
Mama never forgets her birds,
Though in another tree –
She looks down just as often
And just as tenderly
As when her little mortal nest
With cunning care she wove –
If either of her sparrows fall,
She notices, above.
– Emily Dickinson
