The vase that you held for ten hours on the plane, I put in a box, wrapped up in my pain.
I carried my pain down the stairs through the door, but tripped over pieces of you on the floor.
I handed the box for another to bear. The pain is too heavy...It's beginning to tear.
The box is now hidden. But when I am strong, I'll open it often....Pain can't last that long.
You are right. Pain can't last that long. We are here. We love you.
ReplyDeleteJust reading this now for some reason, so good Mona! It's good to channel pain into beautiful writing because the product is worth sharing :)
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