Sometimes it is just the moment when the tears need to come.  Grief can reappear at any wave of life–walking in the grocery store 30 years since she died, her favorite song comes over the air and I miss her–tears.  Wading through boxes of paper I’ve saved for no good reason, I happen upon a small poem written by my brother–now biding his time in jail–when he was in high school.  Touching and tears.

A drawing by my daughter, a card from an old lost friend, a message from someone suffering.  Times for tears to wash through my soul awaiting the soft light of a cloudy day.

My Dear One hands me a tissue.  My Only Love is resting on my shoulder whispering that grace is eternal and tears are the signs of love.