Many people I know are at a funeral today
a mother, youngish, my age.
Children the ages of mine.
Husband the age of mine.
And, although I hardly know this family
my thoughts are full of them today,
and this woman-wife-mom
who knows no more grief,
the tears left for those left behind.
And I listen to the laughter and the chatter
and sit at the table drawing pictures with my children.
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