The Friday gathering was and is a custom that we ( my siblings, their spouses, and children) had to gather at my parents home every Friday. Now that I am not there, they still have the “FRIDAY GATHERING” without me…
How is it when I laugh so guilty I feel?
For a moment laughter of others hard to deal!
I remember the sound and my eyes mist.
How can I accept the absence, this beast?
Silence of this tranquility, this fiction
Agony of conjuring up this contradiction!
… FRIDAYS, I never knew it would be this way
Without FRIDAYS’ crowd, endless sadness, lonely, away, away…
… Wherever I look
Wild flowers, smell of autumn air, sound of water in brook
Flowing over the rocks, the mournful sound of love
Things small or big, noticed or unnoticed, below or above.
Such humility, such poignancy parting brings
How defenseless! How the misery…
View original post 90 more words