BY GLORIA O’KOYE
Alfred once said
“Tis better to have loved and lost,
Then never to have loved at all”
Words so true to its core.
Yet it stings like an open wound
Coming into contact with rubbing alcohol.
To have loved yet with the hefty price
Of having to part ways.
Through sickness and health,
Till death do us part.
Love will always be followed by grief,
When this realm together comes
Crashing down.
Years countdown like showers from
Scattered clouds.
Please cherish one another,
Visitations to the grave
May surpass time spent
When the bodies and souls were still one.
Bittersweet memories,
Captured in frames and stories
Passed down to generations.
Pure love will shine out like the sparkling
Northern snow on the ground.
Grief is like bitter herbs
But it’ll heal gradually because of love.
Grief is not negative,
In moderation.
It’s testimony for one’s love.
Experiencing true unconditional love,
Even death or parting ways
Will never be tainted by regrets.
To mourn and moving forward,
With the treasures
Of what true love
Felt.
