the grip on griefA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
slip
your sorrow into my hand i will clasp it
firmly crush it between familiar fingers.
these palms have held
alms for a poor heart my emotions also
suffered destitution
but restitution through
touching your sadness and letting it evaporate
into my skin
makes life easier to
hold for both of us.
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Added on February 6, 2016Last Updated on February 7, 2016 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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