Monday, September 16, 2019
Death in all Families
When my father died,
I hid.
I had nothing to say,
nothing to add
to his brutal labor of dying.
When grief finally came,
she gave me unanswerable questions.
She had me worry
about the things he'd left me.
The things I'd never give back.
And now I wonder,
where do you go
when the world dies?
Where do you leave your questions?
What do you do with your grief?
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