No Words

Emily jumped in the car today and told me that there is a Poetry contest at school and she's entering.  Then she started to read.  Gosh darned the girl because I was attempting to drive.

"This Horrible Yet Wonderful Grief"

by Emily Moore, age 13

There is a grief that ages the face

and hardens the heart

and softens the spirit

A grief that casts shadows on the eyes

yet broadens the mind

A grief that keeps the pain and has no words

but increases the understanding

There is a grief that breaks the heart and wounds the soul

that lasts and lasts and can shatter in a minute

but will inspire for a lifetime

It comes and goes just like day and night

up and down like roller coasters

but will never grind to a halt

still thinking it's my fault.

The time flies by

as I look up into the sky

The sadness overwhelms me

as the bottled up tears run free

all the what if's

are thoughts as

my heart is distraught

my mind overwhelmed

my heart unbound

as I remember

the December you were born

I also remember that frightful night

when your light burned out

I then put out a heart breaking scream

wishing it was a dream.

On that night

you lost the fight

I watched four children

one by one

their dreams crushed

their lives changed

their hope lost

their confusion

their misunderstanding.

On that fearful night

that tragic night

I learned a lesson

between

life

and death

and I learned most of all

how quickly your life can be changed

how quickly things can be rearranged

I learned and am still learning...