Grief

 ’Grief?’ Trgates,7/30/2026

Grief? some’ll tell you to get over it.

sorry you don’t get over such love,

it’s like your whole body’s inflamed

finding a bier in your heart.

it’s not breaking,

yet it feels like it because you’re a whole person.

Love? you first know in your Mother’s womb,

your first laughter, tears of joy and sadness

come from the safety of herself,

perhaps why when you finally say goodbye

it seems like you feel her

laughter and tears again,

now passed on into your arms to hold others.

Irony? a musician, artist, poet, often not known personally, dies, and we weep.

why? their extended empathy

found in ours living each day

is given a moment’s opportunity to

feel again what’s not ever actually gone.

why? because love lived before,

as love lived today isn’t dead,

it’s singing the psalms of eternity

with those here, there, where

grief is an ethereal and temporal hug.

a Mother’s first humming of nursery rhymes

from her womb to her arms

until we might in time return ours for her,

yes why Fathers marvel

and join the vigil we know as life.

Love? Yes.