Grief,
like a woven Thread,
Binds together everything,
A fragile flower,
Its bright petals,
Opening
to meet the sun above,
Blown gently by the breeze.
A Grief,
Stitched with love,
with
hope,
Pulling, Stretching,
Bringing together
broken dreams,
and for a moment
We find
shape
John Roberts
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