Mourning
Mourning is a coat you wear
Some times in comfort--
The warmth of remembering.
Some times in heavy weight--
Pockets of bricks of sadness and loss.
So invisible, the coat.
Some think
Ah, she is better now…
Or, how could she forget so soon.
But still your fingers
Run over the threads
the weave
the pattern
The memorized path
Your heart takes.
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Poem by,
Patricia Woolever
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