A Coercive Force
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Rolling across hills of rhythm, gathering in notes to write
poetry to while thinking of our friend's father who has left
us.
Stillness of death is sitting beside us, quietly letting us
mourn his passing with love.
Perfect solemnity within each, thoughts on his daughter and
family as they try to live with this devastating fact of
their earthly lives.
So intense with grief and sorrow, living yet without those
we all have loved throughout our lives.
Now having to go on without them, somehow trying to find the
strength to keep on living with this coercive force of human
nature.
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