grieving holding grief not as a burden, but a baby —Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer anguish for the earth species gone for good woe for our country dismissing what we stand for neglecting the poor, sick, children in need slip your hands under grief lift her to your tender heart sing a sorrowful song
This says it all, and so eloquently! Thank you, Amrita.
Love, Pen
Thank you! I was concerned about this poem, because I couldn't find any uplift....
Beautiful!
Thank you!