"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.

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 

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