From the Heart
Some will get it; Others won’t;
The wound is great in the beginning;
The shock is protection from the Divine in the beginning;
The could a, would a, should a’s haunt senselessly everyday;
The “get over it” nonsense, never applies. One never does.
Family grief is like bazooka bubble gum.
When does it end?
Try to console; it only gets glum.
Time to move on into the sun.