Peggy Clover
May 5, 2005

Tell me, Grieving Heart, how do I live now?
Agonizingly alone, aloof, shattered
Longing for the ME “before” who could
Keep sadness brief and distant
Instead of intense and constant
Now I know you are here to stay
Grieving Heart, I’m reminded every day.

To live fully, though,
Oh Grief, I need you to be kind and gentle.

Give me strength to allow you to
Roam through my being.
Ignite the fires of memories for
Each to provide a cushion
For the sadness that will always be.