There is a haunting grace
There is a haunting grace
In one grief painted face.
Pools of eyes adrift with unshed pain.
Belie a hope they’ll see their dead again.
There is a haunting grace
In one grief painted face.
Tracks of tears make streams of sorrow,
Rivulets running,
Into an endless sea of tomorrow.
There is a haunting grace
In one grief painted face.
Seeking solace from all those others,
Sorrow’s companions,
Grief’s sisters and brothers.
There is a haunting grace
In one grief painted face.
I’ve seen it many times, and can it be,
That I have seen it mirrored back to me.
****Artwork from the author
Arleen is a bereaved parent whose son, Kenneth Bruce Simmonds, drowned while fishing off the shore of the Thompson River near Kamloops, B.C. Canada. She has been involved in a co-leadership capacity with her local chapter of The Compassionate Friends since 1989 and has been the editor of their chapter's newsletter since 1991. She has written many poems and short articles for several wonderful publications.
She and her husband, Roy, have been married for sixty years. They have two surviving sons, a daughter, 4 grandsons and a great-grandson.
