Grief
In the car my daughter smiles while I myself am crying.Hoping she could stay that way and not let life catch her sighing.
Will she accept her mother's fate of cancer taking her?
And will there be completion of grief? I'm praying it will occur.
So young and so very innocent, free to express her self.
May God deal with me severely, if she stores her emotions on a shelf.
I'm looking for something tangible to touch and hold and feel.
I imagine my wife next to me hoping it could be real.
But I know it's a race marked out for me that I must surely run.
So at the end of my life, I can hear His faithful words, “Well Done!”
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