Grief is a very hard friend to go hand,
In hand with. Sadness creeps in and when you,
Don’t want has much to remind you of what,
you already know. My man I am grief,
Stricken by grief over our loss of
Your life. My friend you were my Father it,
is deeply hurtful to not see your face.
My friend so intelligently you moved,
To live by the sea, your loss is daily,
felt and the three of you remain etched on,
my mind. I cry and I mourn you. Grief is.
A painful teacher and time is ticking.
A responsibility is in us.
A a ha sha sa ma. And then there is.