Let The Weeping Come
I've been noticing lately that grief has been rising in me, like well water, and sometimes the tears just spill. I wrote this poem years ago when our oldest daughter was leaving home for the first time. I would find myself needing to stop what I was doing, pull the car to the side of the road if I was driving...and just let the tears come. I once sat beside my mother while she cried, for what reason she didn't say. She simply turned to me and said, "my heart is full."