This grief is such a fragile thing
and shatters into sharp-edged knives
spearing so deeply into lives
already lashed by losses sting.
Each shard spears deep in memories
to make old pictures bring forth tears,
so pain will reach back through the years
and lacerated moments bleed.
In time grief’s growth gets slow and frail,
the fragments dull and bite less deep
so memories don’t make you weep
as vibrant sadness starts to pale.
For time will dull the sharpest blade
and deep-carved scars will slowly fade.