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.

They just don’t see.

 

But still your fingers

Run over the threads

      the weave

      the pattern

The memorized path

    Your heart takes.


*****


Poem by,


Patricia Woolever


pwoolever@susumc.org





 

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