Grief Has Its Seasons

Patience takes time as we await the storm,

That just passed by suddenly, 

Without a warning in sight.

We await until the pain drifts away

And our grief subsides, 

And the very moment we smile.

We await because we know, grief has its season

And a part never leaves us

Because a part always remains with our loved ones

At home.

We await until the pain subsides, 

And we await until the storm slowly passes by,

And then one day, 

When the grief has diminished 

We smile again and cry,

A relief and a sigh.