A deep and resonating knot

abides deep within my gut.

I feel sick, a little lost

in some proverbial mud.


of grief, of powerlessness;

a tear just below the surface.


I buried me Mum and me Dad

and them and theirs before them.

But this feels different.


Time, they say, heals all wounds.

We all hope so.

Comments

Mystic Wing said…
Been away for awhile, Tim. Sorry to hear about your friend. Your photography seems to be a way of coming to terms. It's very good work.