a simple carving sitting getting gradualy dusty musty, covered in the corner mourner standing by the door poor farmer on his deathbed redhead daughter softly crying flying kneeling by his cover mother watching with dry eyes wise grandmother is quilting wilting flowers on the table cable television muted suited just to be ignored poured out: a glass of water daughter watches droplets gather rather quickly, swiftly dropping stoping when they hit the floor door opening to flowing glowing light that shines from candle handle lightly held in singer's fingers, bringing solem tune soon, ending breath is leaving thieving time has taken slowly, wholly, there is no tomorrow. sorrow silent in the night light comes when dawn is breaking waking children with a prayer grayer skys so slowly changing ranging into lighter hue blue echos the emotions motions soft as wife is cleaning leaning up against the stolid solid carving on the wall.

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"sitting playing with rhymes and subtlety, thinking of the essence of grief within the context of life."