|Why Do We Grieve?
As countless waves washing across a
beach, memories flood our souls.
With each surge, we sprint to grasp
Pearls of wisdom, nurturing counsel,
accounts of heroes past, riches from his heart.
Too many treasures to examine before
the next wave rolls in.
Gems of wit, finely honed provocations,
refined rebuttals, challenges to the mind.
The treasures, now finite, the bell
We grieve for ourselves, the source
of the treasures, now gone.
We are needy, humbled, in poverty of
words to express our sorrow.
Tears flow, we cannot speak, the tides
of Nature overcome.
Linda Kay Harrison
July 07, 2001
A postscript by Sid Harrison
My wife (Linda Kay) had only met Bob once
many years ago at a family
get-together in Connorsville, Indiana
but she and Bob had exchanged
numerous e-mails on a variety of subjects
ranging from genealogy
research to poetry.
Bob never cared much for "free
form" poetry and Linda is quite good at it.
So she and Bob would exchange critiques
on his efforts at that style of writing.
He gave her explicit instructions that
I was NOT to read ANY of his attempts
at free form. She kept her word to you
Bob. She has never showed them to me.