This is a poem I came across in "Chicken Soup For Indian Soul", I want my readers to come across it 2!!
Poem:
Over the phone, he said,
My wife died 2 years ago.
I understand, I said.
I lost mine years back...
It still he hurts. Yes, he said.
For all that bigness
He was like a lost child.
As soon as was decently possible
I took him into my arms,
and for the first time
he was able to talk about death
And not weep. For the first time
I was not bitter about my loss.
Two hurts together
Cancel each other out,
or so it seems.
by Jane Bhandari
Poem:
Over the phone, he said,
My wife died 2 years ago.
I understand, I said.
I lost mine years back...
It still he hurts. Yes, he said.
For all that bigness
He was like a lost child.
As soon as was decently possible
I took him into my arms,
and for the first time
he was able to talk about death
And not weep. For the first time
I was not bitter about my loss.
Two hurts together
Cancel each other out,
or so it seems.
by Jane Bhandari
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