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Saying Goodbye
I've learned how to cry
after fifty-three years,
to find hope in the catch of my throat.
Used to rein them in,
deny them due course;
today
embrace as purification.
Love swells, expands,
with time bubbles into laughter
and stories reminisced,
occasional tear traces curve of cheek
which with fingertip
I collect
and press to my lips.
by Margaret Bednar, November 17, 2018
Rest in Peace, Grandpa Bednar. My father-in-law passed away early this morning - on the same day his beloved mother died. I like to think she was calling her dear son home.
Here is a place I could easily ponder hope and replenish my soul:
