The listing birch
has fallen into winter,
now that the solstice has passed.
She and I wait for the coming of the Light:
We are silent and sad and surrendering
to this time,
to what awaits.
Grace has brought us here – together –
and with Grace these sorrows will pass,
these tears,
all these memories.
Mary Elyn Bahlert
December 21, 2019
TheWisdomYears.org 
Thank-you for sharing the Tenderness threading thru grief.
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Thank you for this poem. It is hard to believe that she is gone. Sylvia
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