I weep for you.
For what was.
For what is.
Seeking solace in anything but everything is,
Everywhere I turn;
You, you, you.
All is you.
I weep for you and for what won’t be realizing,
no matter what, no matter where;
You my Prince and teacher will always be.
Will always be with me.
I love you so much.
Some days more than life itself.
But then I hear your gentle voice coaxing,
To life with you,
To life go, do, awaken, be!
There will be time enough for grief.
Another day for sure.
Now there is work just along the shore.
So grab a tiny pebble,
A fractured shell or two,
Put them in your pocket from me to you.
Capture a baby’s hand,
This little piggy too!
Gifts of love.
by Susan Louise Davis