• "Come to Me

It's Okay to Grieve

Don't talk to me yet;

the wound is fresh,

the nauseous pain

I can't forget

fades into numbness

like a wave,

then comes again.

Your tears I understand,

but grief is deaf;

it cannot hear the words

you gently planned

and tried to say.



Sitting by My Laughing Fire - Ruth Bell Graham

©2017 Kimberly Yoghourtjian

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