Tag: grief

I measure every Grief I meet

I measure every Grief I meet (561) Emily Dickinson, 1830 – 1886 I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, eyes –  I wonder if It weighs like Mine –  Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long –  Or did it… Continue Reading “I measure every Grief I meet”

Empty Lies a Crowded Room

  Twas’ too soon for me to go an empty vessel still in tow the darkness loomed, but glowed, that room the crowd all dapper-dressed. The iron box of elevation took us to that destination the couple smiles, no hesitation “Congrats on baby quest.”… Continue Reading “Empty Lies a Crowded Room”