Grieving Jane

Time and love folded, enriched, refined.

Moments turn into fibers that are spun

into a fabric woven into a Life.

Time and love, folded, enriched, refined.

Days become an intricate lace pattern so tenderly,

patiently counted; counted upon.

Time and love, folded, enriched, refined.

And when it all comes to an End,

you sit with this Grief in your lap,

the garment of your life, your love,

started, unfinished, undone, unspun.

Willowy, wispy, ethereal and you question its beauty.

You question its depth. You question its breadth.

Time and love, folded, enriched, refined.

It's all been a measure Beauty.

It's all been a Treasure of Mirth.

Each moment as real as this one.

Each moment as Poignant and true as Breath.

Take the Time to

Remember the Love and

Enfold the Memories.

Encircle the Dreams

Ever Enriched,

Ever Refined.

Grieving Jane