Sunday, January 22, 2012


Grief is something very rich.
Grieving for the death of a loved one
Can make you tender and loving
Mellow and living in the memory
Of times shared

You look at your aging hands
And it doesn’t matter anymore
That they look older than yesterday
And it does not make you frightened anymore
That they tell you, you are growing closer to dying

You would love to be with your loved ones
In the land of the dead, in the here after
And yet you don’t mind to be here
Where everything that mother earth gives
Is so extremely wise and beautiful

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