Raindrops hide tears well,
sorrow gets lost in thunder
but the grief remains.
¶
For when your breath stilled,
it stilled without me -- my words
died on an exhale.
¶
And those dancing flames
that burned and turned you to dust
consumed me as well.
¶
Outside, jasmine seeds
rooted in your sown ashes,
where I wait for life.
About the Creator
Rachel Reviews: Lunch Tales: Teagan by Lucille Guarino
Well, I did enjoy this! Sometimes, all you need is just great storytelling and this is what Lucille Guarino delivers here. There's no big message to this book; it's just about folks and families, living their lives and coping with everything that's being thrown at them and finding their way. But when it's done well, like it is here, then you have characters to whom you can relate, tension which leaves you rooting for a better outcome, attraction which has your heart racing and an urge, as a reader, to see the characters happy with the people with whom they belong.
By Rachel Deeming4 days ago in BookClub
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Beautifully written!