Accepting loss

Grieving

A widow am I

 

Death has passed

Can’t turn back

I look to the sky

 

Beneath the black veil

Through the clouds

Of uncertainty

I am pale

 

How did I pull through?

I made it to this day

You’ve witnessed this tale

 

Turning sorrow into joy

The hands of time

They’re healing me as we speak

 

Turning weakness into strength

The duty of time

Takes me to the mountain’s peak

 

I sit back – I enjoy the ride

Cuz life’s too short to run and hide

 

— © Jeannie Helene