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Words


c. 2007 with my papa

Words

~7.16.2017

Today is stained with sadness, as it has every day since last year.

It is drenched in memories of bodies arched in sorrow, spirits limp from the shock of loss.

It is stained with a goodbye we never wanted to say.

It is stained with a search for peace.

Today is stained with words of comfort..

While it suffocates in the sounds of condolences,

it also screams of unfinished conversations.

It remains. Stained, soiled, scattered.

Some saw the stains and joined in chorus,

In prayer and recuperation.

Some watched in silence,

We pray for Life to be kind to you.

Our hearts remain stained with sorrow, for what we can never recover,

And are warmed with memories that will never leave.

But are also soothed by the solace of strong shoulders and arms,

That held us, hold us tight, as we still weep.

In a time when we have no words,

Your words have come to our rescue.

Our grief is now tinted with your kindness,

As we re-learn to breathe.

AUTHOR

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Nandita Godbole
Once: botanist & landscape architect.
Now: personal chef, author, an artist, graphic designer, blogger, poet & potter!
Always: dreamer.


Loves fresh brewed chai, the crisp salty ocean breeze, watching monsoon rains & walking barefoot through cold mountain streams. 
 
Believes in the strength, positivity of the human spirit. Is spiritual but not a fanatic. 
 
Mom of one. Two, if she counts her husband.

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