She calls, our young daughter
The new widow, for us to come…
And so we go … without delay.
She is consumed with grief
As she struggles to continue.
It’s only been … already been
Three months since his fatal fall.
Her wise and dancing eyes,
Now spiritless, are ringed by dark circles.
Her lovely, sweet face is crumpled
With overwhelming sorrow.
We bring our energy.
I cook… work the garden….walk her dog.
Her father frequents Home Depot,
And paints… wires… trims.
We stay extra days.
She sleeps and weeps.
Her circles lighten some.
This will take a long long time.
– jml (2011)
