Perhaps...
...In the woulda/coulda/shoulda ache that never diminishes...
...in the flowers we leave behind on the grave.
We care.
But we can't talk of it.
Because our sorrow is too immense for words...
...and words choke like a stone in our throats.
As the years pass we turn the stone of our grief over and over again...
...seeking a less jagged edge...
...a smoother ease of memory that doesn't tear open the old wounds and make our souls bleed again.
There is never a less jagged edge.
There is only the flowers we offer withering on the grave of remembrance...
...wilting in the sunshine as a small token that we remember.
And that we still care.
23 comments:
Oh so true sweet Jenny, OH SO TRUE! BIG HUGS!
Pure words from your heart.
Beautiful, touching, and yes.. so true. -Tammy
Beautifully written. Thank you for sharing.
Love,
Janie
Eloquence straight from the heart.
Simply beautiful and heartwarming, Jenny.
Thanks so much for your love and support. You're precious, and your friendship over the years has meant a great deal.
Be well, Jenny.
xoRobyn
never a less jagged edge.....poignant
wonderful and thought provoking
some sorrows never leave us
What lovely words which speak so deeply what many of us feel.
this is beautiful . . . and i'm so sorry
for your loss.
Hauntingly beautiful, yet heartrending.
That's so lovely!
Very touching....
A beautiful post. You manage to put into words what I can only feel.
What a beautiful post Jenny! I recently lost my brother and these words are oh so true!
Beautiful post for Memorial Day.
Gripping and beautiful.
So eloquent and so true. There are those whoever leave a mark on our souls.
I hope you don't mind if I keep a copy of these random thoughts.....its that jagged edge that brings me undone just when I think I've got the padding right.
*sniff sniff* beautiful. Big hugs to the broken hearted.
amen...
well spoken!
So well said. Thank you Jenny.
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