She hath wings

Staring into nothingness-

A place familiar now;

Tears cannot suffice;

A heart of jagged shards.

Months turn into years,

Yet behind wooden doors,

We wrestle with ugly feelings;

The true story unfolds;

Nana’s not coming today;

Papa won’t call again-

Baby won’t even know,

The joy we had with them;

Months then years of pain-

Still not able to heal;

This grief too deep for words-

Winter freeze complete.

© M. Patterson 12.7.25