9-11
in bedside corners...
watching, waiting,
somehow knowing the plan.
But there are moments imposed on time
when even Death seems caught off guard
unable to count,
unwilling to look on.
And so began
our autumn of mourning
as grief
......upon grief
.............upon grief
showered down
like ashes from an ancient time...
at home in a fallen world.
.
© Copyright 2007, TK, Patterns of Ink
Written early Wednesday morning, September 12, 2001
Posted today, the Fifth Anniversary of that event.
2 Comments:
Love to all......
I wish you well, but for the sake of younger readers... I think I'll cover the cause of your pain disclosed in what was comment 2. I'm sure you understand...
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