My wife prepared me for her passing in every way she could. She told me to keep on writing, and not to wallow in grief. Her advice was wise and strengthens me. In taking a moment to collect and recollect these words flow.
Wait, Pause, Take Breath, Breathe
A moment to stop, Collect
Letting Anguish ebb
Padre – in the second of my Dianne postmortem poems
My thanks to Chèvrefeuille for also for us to pause, it was a perfect word for my day.