Thursday, September 28, 2017

For Wayne and his Beth


Prerequisite

Good grief: an oxymoron come to life
from pages drawn and quartered, inked and dyed,
where readers sought themselves and, laughing, sighed
as their frustrations, phobias, and strife
played out in miniature before their eyes.
Can grief be other than completely bad?
Can that which sears the heart from all it had
be partly good? There is no compromise.
There is,  however, one redeeming grace,
a balm to place upon the sorest spot,
one truth pain cannot weave into its knot.
When mourning comes, it stands upon this base:
Endearment is our bedrock, our relief.
Only those who love are granted grief.

                                                                   SLJ
                                             

4 comments:

Mali said...

Perfect. Crying now.

Deloney said...

me too

Eulalia Benejam Cobb said...

So beautiful.

Indigo Bunting said...

This is one of the most beautiful things I've ever read. Thank you for this. It was for us too.