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

     

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