a typewriter poem for a woman who lost her husband a few months ago
love love is the most powerful thing there is
love in all its forms is precious
love is to be held not too tightly jut enough
held just enough to let it be
what it needs to be
love never dies
it flies with the wind
cries with the rain
life life is for living
really really living
fully beautifully sorrowfully
live live every moment live in tune
live out of time
live
loss is inevitable
loss is part of love and life
it is
but loss is not the end
just a bend in the road
love and life and loss
are who
we
are