Escape – Day 20
There is no escape.
A funny movie, lots of laughs.
A silly grandchild, smiles and hugs.
A normal workday, get’er done.
Perhaps a cruise? A flight away?
A comfort food.
“Wherever you go, there you are”
My pastor says.
There is no escape from grief.
I’ll still wake to find
She will not awake.
I still expect her footsteps
On the porch, her cheery hello.
Her face is missing from the family crowd.
I still think I could see her
If I would just go back to Spokane.
Yes, I’m praying, reading Scripture.
But the future feels as dead
As my precious girl.
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