“Grief The borrowed handkerchief where she wept returned to me months later, starched, pressed.” DeathPoetryLossGriefMourningPoemsCryingWeeping Book:Book of Hours: Poems Source: Book of Hours: Poems
“We are not born with tears. Your first dozen cries are dry. It takes some time for the world to arrive and salt the eyes.” PoetryTimeGriefTearsPoemAgingCryingWeeping Book:Book of Hours: Poems Source: Book of Hours: Poems