Where did this sunlight come from
on a day when we ask for rain,
thunder and dark clouds?
Don’t touch us with warmth and light.
Let us remain in our sorrow a little longer.

Why are the wild flowers dancing
in the breeze, celebrating, joyful,
when we ask for tears to wash away our grief?
Don’t touch us with the wind’s caress.
Let us stay numb for a little while longer.

We want to keep you in our hearts this way
holding on, in case you start to fade away.
Forgetting your imprint is inside us.

~ Cathy Carroll

Cathy Carroll lives in Thunder Bay, Ontario. Her poems have appeared in PRECIPICe
and online at
Right Hand Pointing and Blood Orange Review.

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