Grief like a river
You must swim across, careful
So as not to drown.
I cannot dive in.
There are others I care for
Who depend on me.
They cling to my arms,
Together we wade, slowly;
Feet step, tears flowing.
The other bank, dim;
Peace and memories lie there
Waiting to be found.
We can make it there,
But first we must be willing
To get ourselves wet.
