Monday, April 24, 2017

On Friendship

Silence, has gained comfort  
the years of tears and laughter shared

a gift or time and vulnerability
demanded by grief too big to bear 
alone.

I give thanks now,
 not for your broken 
heart, nor even for my own

But rather for our hearts that
dared, not stand alone, 
these hearts that beat though
broken, bent and bruised, 
these hearts that beat
together still. 

gkn April 24, 2017

     



Wednesday, April 12, 2017

April Twelve

It came again, this day
for twenty one years now, 
it has come, surprising me 
with grief, your face looked 
in the kitchen window, 
danced with others
outside my door.

I should have been 

prepared.

gkn April 12 2017