Ah, familiar words,
these I have quoted
over and over
in the cinnamon and wood-scented rooms of memory
to those faced with the loss
of all we hold most dear -
father, mother,
child (oh nameless, fathomless horror!)
How CAN I stand before their losses, cries torn from our bodies, and quote her words?
Only bearing compassion in my hand and heart,
All must, when the time comes, be relinquished, and to live our lives now we can only practise
letting go
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