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Grief Season
By David W Sweet
Does grief ever announce itself?
How sneaky it is . . .
Just when you believed it was gone,
Sure you were in the clear,
A part of life you dread
Raises its ugly head.
It’s not bigger,
It is, however,
A part of you.
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Amen
By David W Sweet
It all comes back . . .
is it a thread, a photo,
a painting, a shadow,
a glance?
Remembering a moment:
going back in time to feel;
recalling the joy
and the heart of it all.
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Passing
By David W Sweet
I wipe my eyes
But the rain still falls.
I blink my eyes
But it is still dark.
I hug myself
But I am still cold.
I have eaten
But the hunger remains.
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