Grieving

The grandmother weeps
when visiting the graveyard,
feeling regretful.

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The beloved, gone.
Utterly heartbreaking grief.
Beyond any words.

To lose a loved one,
to hatred fueled by greed, fear.
Pain like no other.

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Holocaust horrors.
Flame, ember, cinder, ashes
char the grandchildren.          

A star of David
shows up in her dreams, doodles,
when calm, glad, mad, sad.

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Grieving is grueling,
even when faced with grace, grit.
Even when grateful.

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Yesterday we grieved.
Tomorrow we may suffer.
What about today?

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The weeping widow
sits by the lake, shaded by 
the weeping willow.

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The grieving widow
still breathes, eats, drinks, sleeps, walks, works.
Deep hole in her heart.

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The death was painful.
Her grief chafes, shakes, sways, stirs all.
Makes her feel wobbly.

Went on a road trip.
The mountains lift her spirits.
Make her feel stronger.

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This summer season,
she dared to venture out there.
Sun, shade, shore, shorts, self. 

She stands tall and stares.
Foam, ripples, waves, horizon.
In awe of it all.

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She is strong and sage. 
Also, a hurting human.
Time to grieve, receive.

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After the grief group
he brought peaches to their doors.
Kindness soothes pain.

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Grief, grace, found good friends
in her voice and his guitar.
Hearts in harmony.

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Sits by the window
in the dusty, humming house.
Dragonflies visit.

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Two table settings,
faithful candlelight vigil.
One widow, waiting.

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If only you knew
how I miss you, yearn for you,
would you come back home?

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Who brighten, sweeten
the sad widow’s lonesome days?
Her dear grandchildren.