A Poem

Standing in the check-out line,
Or sweeping up the dust from underneath
The chairs in our new home.
It comes out of nowhere,
Never long I'm left alone.

Walking with my daughter,
Or putting the spoons away
In the canister by the stove.
It comes out of nowhere,
Never long I'm left alone.

Rising and setting,
Winter, Summer, Another year of
Wondering when, and waiting for...

And for this grief to disappear.

Paused at the stoplight,
Or playing piano while she naps,
Quiet afternoons at home.
It comes out of nowhere,
Never long I'm left alone.

Singing on Sunday morning,
Or hearing Coldplay on the radio
And looking at my phone.
It comes out of nowhere,
Never long I'm left alone.

Rising and setting,
Winter and Summer, Another year of
Wondering when, and waiting for...

And for this grief to disappear.