My Friend, I Console You.

1.

My friend,

I hold you

your arm’s steady in mine

I console you

as you shovel dirt over

her coffin.

I breathe energy into your limp body.

2.

My friend,

I see you looking back

glancing a moment or two—

your daughter’s coffin now in-grounded.

In shock

you’ve become a pillar of stone

Prayerfully I free you from your inner prison.

3.

My friend,

I console you.

I’ve been there.

I understand.

I’ll not leave you.

4.

My friend,

I stand with you under a dark-ink-blot sky

with clouded illuminations

Our breaths be-labored.

Your nightmare-ish screams

pierce heaven’s shell.

“Bring my child back

you have no right to take her from me.

Don’t you hear my pain? A mother’s pain?

I am not ready to join her,

but living without her,

It is death 

 For me.”

5.

My friend,

I stand by you, I console you. I'll never leave you.