Grief Is Like A Parade

Standing alone…


Grief Is Like a Parade
whizzing by
in waves of noise.
Some moments I laugh,
in others I cry,
at times I see nothing at all.
I’m waiting for my child to pass
waving from a float up high.
That moment never comes
and the parade end passes by.
I’m left standing alone
not knowing where to go.

~ Michele Meleen





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