Feb 2020

A Little LostIs an age


For a little
Is an age

Is a disaster
Big or small
Tiny or tall
And just a stage

A few tears
A moment of upset
Sniffled fears
A moment of regret


The loss is more
A whole score
A symphony of pain
Nothing to gain
Healer of all wounds
Will not replace
The missing grace
Of presence lost

Voice and feel
Make it real
Respect the past
Let it last
And bring you light

The tears are not to fight
They are marks of victory
It may sound contradictory
- A long word, I know - I'll show
Each tear is proof of love
Of how much you miss
Each hug and each kiss
Their presence so close

Wear them with pride
Show what's inside
Travel across
Embrace your loss