March 26th.
2021
Digital Drawing
Grief is a strange thing
Tears don’t alway manifest
Yet sorrow remains
Poignant at odd times
Days of a year have rolled by
as water over rocks
in an Alpine torrent
Not salty or turquoise
as the Mediterranean Sea
but glacial and green
akin to a Vermont snow melt
in a warm breeze.
It’s the missing of his laughter,
the warmth of his smile,
and the tenderness of his heart
that hold me today a year later
And the words of a poem
that gently rock my heart.
Tears don’t alway manifest
Yet sorrow remains
Poignant at odd times
Days of a year have rolled by
as water over rocks
in an Alpine torrent
Not salty or turquoise
as the Mediterranean Sea
but glacial and green
akin to a Vermont snow melt
in a warm breeze.
It’s the missing of his laughter,
the warmth of his smile,
and the tenderness of his heart
that hold me today a year later
And the words of a poem
that gently rock my heart.
All images copyright caroline tavelli-abar •.