by Tamara Madison
When Grief with its dark bulk
bars your friend’s door,
there are no right words.
In time, Grief will lie down,
close one eye and then the other.
That is when you will hear
my heart, dear friend, drumming
low and steady just outside.
Beautiful.
A poem of soft beauty and understanding. Lovely.
And that photo! Who should get the credit for that marvelous image?
Public domain image.