Grief has no on/off switch in which to flip

It is a bittersweet tea that slowly must be sipped

It is composed of many ingredients, layered and piled so high

There is no word of answer for it is buried in the soul’s cry

It takes patience, compassion, and an unfolding of memories and pain

At times it will come as a heavy, stinging rain

Other times it will be a mist, that kisses ligthly on the skin

As you feel their presence so close once again

So whether it is you, or someone you love

Know the unfolding takes strength from above

Allow it to happen, allow it to be

For grief is as deep as the depths of the sea

kim crawford 9.24.15