New Orleans is under water
and i grieve
for the lost.
I grieve for my sisters and brothers
whose candles were snuffed
out
as the rains came
and came again.
I grieve for the children,
the parents,
the grands,
the familiars and the pets,
who had to leave their lives behind
or who themselves were left.
This then is the true meaning of grief--
an ache that does not go away.
It's been years
since I've been there,
but my heart never left.
~sapphoq
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