How Strange The Ache Of Love Poem by Bill Grace

How Strange The Ache Of Love



How strange the ache of loss for those we love
Mother, father, brother, sister, dog or cat or horse
The form does not seem to matter
It is love’s chord death snaps
That sways and sings
Even as it lays its welt upon our backs.

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