a poetic reflection on grief

What is life but a storm 

Of joy and grief

Smiles and tears

Triumphs and tedium

Mountain-top moments

And months of hanging on by fingernails

Waiting for a break in the rain 

And respite enough 

To patch the roof

And mend the fence 

Because the truth is

None of us gets to choose

When the storm comes

Or when it breaks

At best we may choose 

Who weathers the storm with us

Who we walk alongside when darkness comes

And who we dance with when 

A rainbow appears in the sky 

Do not waste a minute

All of it is a gift

started on April 20, 2024