Last sounds of mowers
through open doors.
Sights and sounds of young sons,
in my mind.
Harvesting memories
blurred by puddles.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
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"Grief ebbs but grief never ends. Death ends a life but death does not end a relationship. If we allow ourselves to be still and if we take responsibility for our grief, the grief becomes as polished and luminous and mysterious as death itself. When it does, we learn to love anew, not only the one who has died. We learn to love anew those who yet live." --Julius Lester