Grief is like a river

That has no end.

You yearn for things     

You can’t have,

What might have been.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Life is full of joy

You hold tight to,

For it enliven’s living

In ways you can’t forget.

Things become brand new.

 

Sorrow lives forever

Deep within the soul.

It’s never forgotten,

Though life is good.

We yearn to be whole.

Yu/stan/ kema