I missed church this morning,
woke up with a plan
rummaged instead in
boxes of remarkable memories
I could hardly breath
Reassuring
so grateful
still so sad
because although I'm reminded
in the tremendous amount done
It will never be enough
and I know time isn't as still as it feels now
(I've seen it blow by)
it's just quieter
prolonged
doing it's own kind of purging.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem