“Feel sorry for yourself. Sure, your tiny steel-ribbed mother told you never to do that, But who the hell is going to do it for you? "Piangi, piangi," the old man in the opera tells Violetta. "Cry, honey, cry." Do it right. Do it yourself.” DeathPoetryLossGriefDyingPoemGrievingMourningWidowsSpouses Author:Lise Menn
“Look, it's like falling out of a twenty-story building. All your good friends, they try to puff themselves up for you as soft as possible, But they're still only couch pillows. They may save your life when you hit them, But you're still gonna break every bone in your body.” DeathPoetryLossGriefDyingPoemGrievingMourningWidowsSpouses Author:Lise Menn