Tongue Twister#27 Grief

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It’s grief that drags us down:
not gravity;

Yet each loss is grave
Leads to our grave
And is a grievous weight of soul

Not to be born alone
But woven into silken weaves
To warm and stroke and shelter:

I am a shawl for you.

Jeanne

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. MRWILSONST@aol.com
    Jul 13, 2013 @ 11:34:15

    I lived this poem. Thanks. Maryann

    Reply

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