Friday, January 18, 2008

Grief- An Original Poem

I found you far away,
I sip, and you take me
back to that magical day
You're gone now, all I have is the shell you lived in
I caress it in my fingers,
your scent still lingers
I grieve.

6 comments:

FiveKidsandsomeChocolate said...

That is the saddest thing! Won't your connections send you more? Have you tried Ebay?

Lee said...

You are a wonderful writer and of so creative. And what is this stuff?

EarlGirl said...

This is the most heavenly hibiscus herbal tea I picked up in Poland. You just can't get it here. Yeah, I should call Kuba up: "Um, Kuba, could you hook me up? Be a friend?"

The Clan of the Crazies said...

That is just so touching. The tears are welling up from my very soul. I'm so sorry for your loss.

Allison said...

Deep, very deep...I could feel your pain, and know what you're talking about. I, too, fell in love with a hot drink from another country. I'd suggest you let go as soon as possible. Even if you could get some more, it will become very difficult to keep a sturdy supply and in the end it's adios anyway.

Abby said...

Thanks for including this! (Especially the link to your Poland trip - which happened before I knew I should be looking at your blog and wouldn't have known where to look to find.) Now, I am planning to take a some time to "travel" this week - at least to go with you where you went in Poland and I'm excited about it.