The Sacred Heartache Poem by Annalee Somerville

Yesterday, I seen you,
Floating in the clouds,
You took so many forms,
I knew without a doubt.
That you are in the songbirds,
Who gently sing to me,
You are the animals, flowers and trees.
You are part of the waves,
In the rolling majestic sea,
You are all around me,
Even the air I breathe.
I should be eternally grateful,
Instead I feel an aching in my soul,
You have become my story,
That twice a year gets told.
The grief a mother carries,
She tucks away to survive,
But when she tells your story,
Her memories keep you alive.