Grief Poem - Most Every Day There's Clouds


We look at clouds most every day; we may see “angel hair.”

Clouds block the sun; they might bring rain or snow just everywhere.


Our “mate” is there, they see both sides, mirage may be a “wall.”

We look around and watch clouds move; but don’t know clouds at all.


We see a shape or shadow form in colors of blue-gray.

So many things we might have done but clouds got in the way.


We look at clouds most any day; they’re big or pretty small.

But still somehow, we’re in the dark; we don’t know clouds at all.


What do “they” see that we don’t see? Do “they” s...

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