[WayzataJOHNN]

Let Them Fall

Weep not child in the stygian dark,
for the dawn comes even for you,
and another day brings a chance for happiness.

Woman you sit silent and cry,
tears falling as you try to understand,
why this time he can’t come home amid your sadness.

Old son, even men cry,
and feel the weight of sorrow,
in the midst of their deep bereavement and loneliness.

Tears are the eraser,
of the chalkboard of life and strife,
and leave the board ready for the colors of gladness.

[Soaring Feather]

Let Them Fall



I like this poem.