It was only a summer day much like this
When you took that final breath and drifted away
The birds were singing as if nothing significant happened
The nascent breeze meandered through the garden
The blood red roses didn’t wither and blacken
The sun kept on shining with nary a hint of rain to dampen
Its lazy path across the brilliant turquoise sky.
Yet now, because of this one change, your dying breath–
The world is re-arranged and grey clouds abound, as a
Storm of black grief rides in on a horse made of tears,
With heavy hooves it roars, bringing lightning and thunder
The fragile beauty of this magnificent day broken, torn asunder
Leaving those of us left behind to ponder and wonder why.
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: On Saturday, we lost a dear friend to cancer. This is for him and those he left behind.
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