Come Out From Behind That Pane
Come now, child, and dry your eyes.
Our world out here awaits.
And someone of your age and size
should not linger in those straits.
You may have heard the wise old words
on the tip of every halting tongue,
the sage advice of hapless herds
of fighters! angels! heroes unsung...
So join us, won't you, in this fresh air?
The sun may burn, but we're too blind to care.
about the piece.
This photograph made Audrey think, "Aha! This is what the grieving start to look like to the outside world after a time -- unseemly, garish, hysterical." The poem flowed from that. And, yes, it is totally okay (welcome, even!) to laugh.
about the contributor.
Audrey is the mother of three. She is raising two and writes at Glutton Button.