It was the day my daughter and granddaughter left to go back to Wisconsin.  I knew I might not see them again for a year.  Our son and his family moved so far away that we might not see them for a long while.  And it was the day after I learned that my dear friend and “Spiritual mother” had gone Home.

The assignment was “solitude, any style.”  I chose to write in free verse.



In solitude I lift my face

and howl my grief

into echoing emptiness.

When the last cry is spent

the torrent of tears abates,

and the last sob becomes a sigh.

In this quiet place

I hear You whisper

and know

I am not alone after all.


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