Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer and Steve Law - Talking with My Daughter About Grief

Talking with my daughter about grief
We lie in the dark
And speak about anything
But what I ache to speak about
Some part of me longs
To find the words like search lights
That will help us find
What we don't yet know
We are looking for
Or a black light
That might help us see
What is valuable right here
But invisible to our ordinary eyes
I try to infuse my words
With candlelight, but somehow
Even this feels too brash
Too aggressive, and so
We lie in the dark
And I let the moon
Do all the talking
Oh waning crescent
You know when to shine
When to simply be held
By the dark

Written by:
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

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