Anguish can flare up at the most
Unexpected times.
But as I recall Jack's homegoing
Eight years ago today, I
Realize that my sorrow has
Softened.
Like a smooth pebble I carry in my
Pocket, the reminder is always
With me, but it has become so
Familiar that the pain rarely
Stabs at me any more.
And when it does strike, the
Piercing doesn't last long.