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GLAZED LIKE ICE ON A POND
Their eyes glazed like ice on a pond
Belied their grief in the first few days . . . .
The knock on the door had dropped them,
Informed by his uniform before the words
“I am so sorry to inform you of
Your daughter's untimely demise
Blah, blah, blah, blah,” . . . .
Upon meeting them I avoided their gaze,
The silence shattered by their pain,
They, walking zombies of internal grief.
Healing words in a time of
Healing words in a time of grief are always the most difficult to speak, and hear, but their truth must always be spoken, for they will be remembered, as will the love they carried. Nicely stated Stephen.
Thank you.
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