Perspective
Wisdom in small measure.
Oh how we laughed,
Cried,
Fought,
Tried,
To make sense of our lives shaped by grief.
We found joy,
Cheer,
Children,
Beer
But learned early these things can be brief.
I remember I said to you, “Mary,
If you cut us down the middle we’ve got grief running through us like Blackpool rock.”
“Yes,” you said, “but that’s not all of who we are.”
But I know,
That grief is the price we pay for love.
Though in our hurt and rage, we ask,
Is it worth it?
Yes!
Yes!
Yes!
To have known,
Loved,
Owned
And shared,
You.
In the time we had,
Is worth any pain the universe cares to inflict.
22/05/2020
