“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”
― Kahlil Gibran
You left this earthly plane eight years ago today,
though yesterday the sun was hot and the air balmy,
this morning dawned in harsh monochrome
and once blue skies are now painted charcoal grey.
Soon the leaden sky will cry tears from a summer storm
and then my own will fall, sliding down my aging face
blurring these scrawled words on the wrinkled page:
‘I miss you mom, every single day.’
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: My dear mother passed away 8 years ago today. Grief never gets easier, it only changes colors.