The Winged Creatures of Grief are Visiting
I lost my beloved mother this week
Grief is a bird that nests in your eaves and sings sweetly.
You hear, and know, her love is near.
The tears fall silently and you smile.
Grief is a vulture who pecks out your eyes and rips out your heart,
Eliciting howls of pain,
Reminding you she is gone.