Why? We always ask why. There is no answer good enough. There is no reasonable, rational reason for the events of this day. I wrote this poem long ago for a friend whose infant grandchild died for no good reason.
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emptiness unlike
any i have ever felt
when i doubt the god
to whom once i knelt
tomorrow is forever
coming if indeed
the day dawns at all
the once ideal and noble
thinking slowly fades
and then it does fall
reality is a void
escape all i know
i want to run hide
but where is there to go that
i will not still know
the answer comes but
oh so slow as shock subsides
i finally know
on is the only way that I can go.
© Perle Champion 1972
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