|Posted by Paganini Jones on 02/20/05 at 10:44 PM|
*nods* I don't know where they go but I do know they often return, sometimes for no apparent reason weeks or even months later.
Hugs and prayers, Mo.
And by the bye, this is the tightest piece of writing I have come across for a good while.
|Posted by Michelle Angelini on 03/15/05 at 10:02 PM|
Maureen, the title of this poem caught my eye, but the sentiment you expressed in it, caught me emotionally. What you've described is the end of one phase of mourning and the beginning of the next. Mourning, like death, is never simple or sometimes even understood.