When Grief Comes: a poem

Photo by K. Mitch Hodge on Unsplash

When grief comes and reaches

with long fingers — bone dry and persisting

When grief comes and wails her sorrowful songs—

bringing anguish on the train of her dress

When she comes and looks long knowing looks

in your mirror — carving out your socketed-eyes and making them ghosts

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I am an intervention coordinator at a large Title 1 middle school. I care deeply about people and I like to find solutions if I can. Life is hard. Let's be kind

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I am an intervention coordinator at a large Title 1 middle school. I care deeply about people and I like to find solutions if I can. Life is hard. Let's be kind