"Broken" - A poem on grief by Neal Klein

Neal Klein’s wife, Emilee, died in 2017. She was a Regional Hospice patient. This poem was written by Neal to help him express his grief.

“Loss,
like beach glass, 
freshly broken, its edges sharp

With age, over time, 
the glass, still a piece of the whole, still broken, 
edges filed by elements, 
of water, sun, wind, and sand, 
weathered glass not quite as sharp; 
it’s edge dulled and buffered,

cradled in your hand, your heart,
its muted color cherished, 
beautiful, smooth, softened texture, 
texture felt 
as you rub your thumb
along the time-worn, rounded edges 
of love 
and 
memories.”