Move on

She was told to “move on” from the grief of her dead husband, but how could she? 

She sat there looking deep inside her heart of the warm memories flowing through her blood,

She sat there looking at the impressions of his touch she could still see on her skin, 

She sat there still hearing his soft voice – so fresh as if he was just there, 

She sat there thinking about all the times he picked her up when she gave up, 

So, how could she “move on” from something that is engrained within each cell of her body? 

She did not decide to “move on” but rather “move forward” with it, acknowledging the fact that even though he is gone, his impressions will forever remain.

Tiring Journey

The long and lonely nights, the tension filled days, the hard work to overcome expectations placed upon us, the unending stress, the courage to keep going, the wet pillows, the failing attempts, the unending days, the mild depression with a bit of mania and finally the success.

The road to the destination is often masked by the glory of the success.  

-GL

Parents

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