Grief is not the end of the world
When in a ball curled.
Nor tears for each other’s pain.
It’s the never seeing again,
So deep and profound.
It is music whose sound.
Is from an orchestra of emotions.
Though we may weep,
Deprived of sleep.
Freed from a lifetime’s devotions.

We travel again on life’s path
And learn once more to laugh
And feel re-born part of a
wonderful creation.
Grief never entirely goes,
But often lies in repose
To emerge as a new sensation.
The surge can inspire
Red so red a rose.
To blossom in love’s fire
From the ashes of each separation.


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