Good Grief

I wouldn’t call us friends.

Yet at times,

I want you to stay; at least for a little while.

I‘m afraid ...

If you go, I’ll forget.

I never want to. Let me hug my sorrow. Till, I can breathe again.

This Poem was born from the grief process. The photo was taken during my last visit to my Aunt Mimi’s home before she passed away.

I dedicate this poem to all who are grieving the loss of

a loved one during this holiday season. “The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit” Psalm 34:18