Helpless Condolence

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With tears
Freshened
By new grief,
I write letters
Of condolence
To two widows
Newly created
From beautiful wives.
.
Older sorrows,
That should
Never have been
Cut through,
Keen, too sharp,
The unbearable blade
Of children lost.
Dices sanity
Into a puzzle
Of chaos.
.
And now, also
The wretched
Men they loved.
Too late,
Those Fathers
Can never say,
“I’m sorry”.
Now all debts
Are paid,
But also
Promises
Are forever
Unfilled.
.
And the living,
Must live,
And say,
“Really, it’s alright.
I am fine”
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Bear … 01.13.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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Learned Wisdom — Bear’s Collection

When Dear Husband became mature enough to reveal his truly appreciative Heart with great Efforts at Attentive Thoughtfulness 

and overtly attempted to show the Depth of His Compassionate Understanding,

It became possible to Exemplify  

The Wise Repartee of Men in such an Eloquent Quote as:

“Huh? What are you going on about, now?!”