Grief

Grief is a strange phantom -

Appearing at the oddest times and places.

I start to cry

Before I even know why.

Sometimes I grieve for the father

we lost to death.

And other times the father we lost to scandal.

For changing generations

For fates remaining the same.

For someone moved away,

or forgiven but not restored,

or lost to a different identity.

All three unique.

All three loved, you see.

And all three with their own grief to own.

As a human race, we hold grief in common,

And grasp hands across the centuries.

We taste each other's tears

and learn to hope again.

~A