Grief Poem - Our Life Moves On ...

'Twas a gray day, inside and out; sprinkles of rain and tears.

You're missed, dear one; yes, every day, and week, or even years.

We look outside, memories come back of things we used to do.

We traveled some, flew here and there, and visited a zoo!

Remembering, you'd sweep the garage, then wash and wax the car.

Carwash is now a handy place and it's not very far.

It's mowing day, the neighbor guys, B., D. and M. work hard.

Remembering how you did that too; we had a lovely yard.

Grieving is hard, we need some help; a neighbor gal stopped by.

She's grieving too, 'bout different things; sometimes i...