Fatigue, deep pain in her voice <br />Negotiation of the details <br />The death, cost of services, <br />acknowledgement of griefs <br />Moist eyes of the first meeting <br />Moist eyes of the funeral service <br />The strange sheen of moisture that claims a face. <br /> <br />After the struggle to clebrate and bury <br />The woman of majestic jaw in the box <br />Deformed hands so deftly covered. <br />After the struggle to get the morning garbage out <br />But before first coffee <br />Before the pills I need to function <br />It strikes me in the twilight of sleep <br />How beautifu she is <br /> <br />This woman of broken voice and spirit. <br />Moist with the wake of one loved and taken <br />Moist with how final it all can be.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-color-of-grief-is-moist/
