Robert@PNG

Everyday…

Get’s to me every time,
Can’t help but feel
another person’s loss,
It becomes my own.

A few minutes ago…
A dump truck arrives packed with relatives
Some were at the morgue already
All grieve.

I stand and observe from a distance
And before long
The observer
Becomes the participator.

Wailing!
Gets to me every time.

And as people wail,
Some wriggle like
On the ground
The pain of loss runs deep.

The sound carries
And as I stand and watch
We all feel…
The pain, the loss and the grief.

For we are all sisters and brothers of life,
All joined by a common bond
Of suffering
And loss.

Wailing!
Gets to me every time