Trapped in enduring grief
I stand beside the window.
The night is clear,
stars are out,
their brightness punctuating the darkness
like an ellipsis
marking the thin line
between …
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Trapped in enduring grief
I stand beside the window.
The night is clear,
stars are out,
their brightness punctuating the darkness
like an ellipsis
marking the thin line
between earth and sky
between life and death.
Half a century since my mother died,
my father some years after—
the memory much more recent, fresh.
Loss still heavy in my hands.
Nestled in the void around us,
my neighbor’s house is bright and festive,
trimmed with ribbons and wreaths.
On this longest of winter nights
their trees are tinseled with silvery threads
that glitter softly in reflected moonlight.
Their windows lit with the season’s candles—
in an attempt to dispel the darkness.
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