Grief Often gets in the Way

Grief often gets in the way,

like a granite stone in a river.

Impeding the gentle sway

of the moonlight’s reflected silver.

 

Mourning with uncontrolled sorrow;

which steals the breath away.

Wounded hearts forget tomorrow –

will bring sunshine’s warm bouquet.

 

Sadness, hidden deeply behind –

longing eyes, searching to find;

the joy, that once playfully lived

in a beating heart that thrived.

 

Sometimes there is music –

only grieving ears can hear.

Soothing melodies floating , the intrinsic

strum of a harp, angels hidden near.

 

Lonely hearts long to fly away,

held captive by a thief.

Familiar creature appears each day –

ominous and dark known as grief.

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-TheMsLvh ©2011 *edited suggestions by Michael York*

Inspired by “Thy son liveth: Messages from a Soldier to his Mother” by
Grace Duffie Boylad

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