A Glimmer of Light

My heart is broken,
My arms are empty,
My mind is numb -
The apple of my eye is forever gone.

I see people laughing, working, proceeding
While all I can do is cry and shut my eyes
to the darkness ahead.

I finally open my eyes and spot
a glimmer of light,
a light generated by others like me,
others who struggle with the pain
of losing life's most precious treasure.

Our tragic loss brings us together.
Through talking and listening
we learn from each other,
and lean against one another,
forming a pillar of strength and support.

We share our grief,
our despair,
our love,
our memories.

We share our healing

-Martha Benson