Grief Patterns Poem by Emma Louise Adams

The sun shines a bright, golden hue
- I think of you

I feel the warmth of you on my skin
- We were akin

Today, it's a dull, dreary day
- No words to say

Down, down comes the rain
- I feel pain

A memory slips through my mind
- It's sublime

I think of your beautiful smile
- I'll see you in a while

What could we have made of tomorrow?
- Sweet sorrow

What could we have made of today?
- Hard to say

Some mornings, beautiful and bright
Some, darker than the darkest night

Grief has a pattern it plays
But it works in mysterious ways.