It’s never trivial to offer comfort to the dead,
to the one who shouldn’t stay but cannot leave.
The rhythm of the singsong rhymes that lay them in their bed
is the same one on your tongue that lets you grieve.
It’s never trivial to offer comfort to the dead,
to the one who shouldn’t stay but cannot leave.
The rhythm of the singsong rhymes that lay them in their bed
is the same one on your tongue that lets you grieve.
Haunting. Golden. Marvelous.