I was told
“The greater the love
The greater the grief.”
I thought that was stupid.
I was wrong
Because
I loved her
So gigantically
That my grief
Became even larger than my love for her.
My grief filled me…
Filled me
To overflowing.
There was not room
For both my love
And my loss
Inside of me,
And grief/mourning/sadness/despair
Rushed in,
A wind
That raged at me
For awhile.
I know that my love for her, must have been so wide and so tall
that my grief had to be larger
so that I was filled
while I waited for the weight of love to return to me.
A mother is not meant to be empty.
The weight of love has come back.
And it is filling the crevasse that grief cleaved in my heart.
I know so
Because I am able to love her from afar
When I thought I could not.
I love her There,
With Him.
How Great was my Grief?
So Great that Love had to step aside for awhile,
While grief lived inside me.
Love,
Real love,
Must do that.
“The greater the love….
The greater the grief.”
It is true.
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