Saturday, August 21, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
The Sun that Day (A Poem by Cathy Gruman)
The day he died
his body lay exposed on the hospital bed, my boys huddled near;
their grandpa, his grandsons; our loss, we grieved.
While driving home on the 605 Freeway South,
all was still.
I looked at the sky; a soft solid dull blue, showcasing the sun.
A full and perfectly round ball of orange fire resting on the horizon,
reminding me of the warm steady light he was in our lives.
his body lay exposed on the hospital bed, my boys huddled near;
their grandpa, his grandsons; our loss, we grieved.
While driving home on the 605 Freeway South,
all was still.
I looked at the sky; a soft solid dull blue, showcasing the sun.
A full and perfectly round ball of orange fire resting on the horizon,
reminding me of the warm steady light he was in our lives.
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