For my Dad. For the grief that is here, and the greater grief to come:
Let your sorrow be my pain;
Let your cry tear out of my throat;
Your tears will choke my breath, and
Your rage burn my eyes --
I will hold your grief for you
Until you heal.
~Tara K. Harper, out of "Wolf's Bane"
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
When It Rains, It Pours
For my Mom. For the grief that is here, and the greater grief to come:
Let your sorrow be my pain;
Let your cry tear out of my throat;
Your tears will choke my breath, and
Your rage burn my eyes --
I will hold your grief for you
Until you heal.
~Tara K. Harper, out of "Wolf's Bane"
Let your sorrow be my pain;
Let your cry tear out of my throat;
Your tears will choke my breath, and
Your rage burn my eyes --
I will hold your grief for you
Until you heal.
~Tara K. Harper, out of "Wolf's Bane"
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