Waves of Grief

Grief’s not a weight, so I was told,

Back when my father died.
It doesn’t always bear you down,
It’s much more like a tide.
 
If you walk down a sandy beach
As the tide rolls on in
The ground will shift beneath your feet,
Dragging you down again.
 
Yet, each time that the waves roll in
Then roll back out to sea,
They don’t climb the beach quite as far,
With such intensity.
 
And though that tide rolls ceaselessly,
It still will ebb and flow.
You'll never quite escape it, but
You’ll feel your balance grow.
 
Your life becomes a sandy beach,
With grief the rolling waves,
But love becomes the shining sun,
The warmth that heals and saves.
 
And though each beach must have its tides,
We all have that in store,
I wish you beaches with small waves
And sunlight on the shore.

For DC. I know what you're feeling. Love you!