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'tears are not merely salty' timothy r gates, 6/03/2007..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />



she sat there,

not knowing why her daddy had to go;

he was drunk, again

he was terminal, no use of going to AA, dead soon

too young to know,

only, 'why?'

there he reclines asleep, blessed repose, I pray.



sitting there again,

grandpa, then another grandpa;

sadness is now better understood;

someone else has her daddy's ashes,

both grandpas' energies flying with her daddy

old enough now to know,

only, 'why?'



sleep doesn't easily come to the eyes of a, 'why?'

'tell her that god loves her,' one, two, three insist to me,

'I love her,' I raise my angry voice of protection,

- Job's well intended comforters;

(once hurt is known we have no need to give words, reasons, excuses)

sixteen year old lovelies weep like four year olds,

with anger wed to the bawling.



way too many, any too many

stolen from us, energy still someplace,

but we want to hug them, 'please once more,'

today I'll tell her, she thinks, 'grandma, I love you oh so much.'

- my beloved friend is awakened to, 'she's gone,'

doesn't matter that we've not talked today,

I hear her sobbing, wishing that I could do more than give a band-aid.



'why?

I don't know any better than Mary's Son,

he cried out, 'my god, my god, why have you left me by myself?'

his mother cried out, pulling her hair, beating her chest, 'why my son?'

black-eyed, round faced, lovely baby,

black-haired, when she chooses, maybe her voice is more lovely than she

I taste the salt in my tears caught at the corner of my mouth.



I bet that her tears are not merely salty either.


Blessed Repose of Beloved's Beloved Grandmother
Current mood: melancholy love
Category: melancholy love Life


Here's a tune in memory of my Beloved big e's Grandmother's Blessed Repose:

Please post in memory, and re-member a beloved in harmony with this one.

thank you, timothy

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