What we tell will
Change us
Even as we shape our story.
The price of love is
Due now,
But loss can't dim its glory.
In the safety of this circle
We sit,
With friends around us.
We open up the memories
We fear
Will overwhelm us.
Finding courage we remember
And share
The grief we're left.
The care of friends consoles us,
Bereaved
But not bereft.
© 2002 Clara Blair
