I am deeply, inexplicably sorry for your loss. Wrote this poem when I heard: on the ones we love || and when they go | for a while let us cry | let us scream and punch leaves | but then let us focus | no more on our grief | let us remind ourselves | why we held them dear | let's remember their smiles | and their hugs and their laughs | and that the love that they gave | is still very much here || let us honour the past | but persist here and now | let's remember forever | that their love will outlast | any anguish and pain | and that unless we forget it | within us it remains | if only we let it

Maxi Lange

and when they go for a while let us cry let us scream and punch leaves but then let us focus no more on our grief let us remind ourselves why we held them dear let's remember their smiles and their hugs and their laughs and that the love that they gave is still very much here

Maxi Lange