One Another

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One Another
by Lyn Marinello


I've written of an empty stocking, waged words of an empty chair;
condolences in rhythmic rhyme to express a deep despair.
I've given in to sadness. Left a space for it to lay.
My prose is often all I have, feelings sympathy cards cannot convey.
I have penned my way through tears, put to paper all the pain,
In hopes that in the midst of my grief, another broken heart may be sustained.
I have written for all the parents, for siblings and for friends, as well,
to bridge a chasm unfillable, to keep life in an empty shell.
Grief if a necessary evil; a gaping wound that must be felt.
Take your time throughout the process to navigate the hand that you are dealt.
Mere words will never capture the breadth and width of life;
Or the constant gnawing ache of a lost child, parent, husband, wife.
But there is a certain warmth; a comfort in memories shared.
A blanket of eternal security. A tapestry of pained hearts bared.
The time in which we're given is a fleeting, precious gift.
A planet full of wayward souls, haphazardly adrift.
Or are connections that we have, a universal GPS?
A link to climbing mountains; to lean on through numbing distress?
In wandering through my loss, I've learned the hurt cannot be smothered.
The greatest tool that we each have is the love and strength from one another.