When it comes:
I will meet it at the door,
I will say “Come in, old friend.
I will listen to the
Grief wants to tell.
I will breathe deeply into the ache
Grief doesn’t ask for many words.
I will mostly sit in silence
And I will let the tears flow
To come to the canvas with me
To feel the ooze of paint
To walk by the river with me
So that we can watch
But when Grief is ready to go,
I will open the door and bid farewell.
Then I will put away the teacup,
Clean the paint off my hands,
In these times, we must all hold on to hope and have faith that we can and will overcome whatever faces us today and continue to build a hopeful tomorrow for ourselves and our children.
