Infants Remembered In Silence (IRIS) - Poems

The Grief of Fathers

By Terry Jago

In the early days of my grief,
a tear would well up in my eyes,
a lump would form in my throat,
but you would not know,
I would hide it,
and I am strong.

In the middle days of my grief,
I would look ahead and see that wall
that I had attempted to go around
as an ever-present reminder of a wall
yet unscaled.
Yet I did not attempt to scale it
for the strong will survive
and I am strong.

In the later days of my grief,
I learned to climb over that wall
step by step
remembering, crying, grieving,
and the tears flowed steadily
as I painstakingly went over.
The way was long, but I did make it,
for I am strong.

Near the resolution of my grief,
a tear will well up in my eyes,
a lump will form in my throat,
but I will let that tear fall
and you will see it.
Through it you will see
that I still hurt and I care,
for I am stong.

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