Every weepy thought
Keeps seeping in.
Lonely thoughts
Of loss. Grama, friend,
Husband.
Tears catch up
Months apart,
Tears catch up.
Scream, cry, scream again
and nothing
Sooths
Life's plan.
Not my plan.
My plan sees those things possible
But not lived.
My boys grown
Like their dad.
Dad as the grandpa I so briefly knew.
Babies sleeping on his chest
Filled with love and pride.
My dream to see what life
Could be.
But not now.
So nothing but loss.
Not ready to see anything else
But tears
