GRIEF Poem: My Phantom Limb, by Susmita Ramani

I lift my eyes from gardens pink and gold
Where glittering pollen anoints the bees’ feet
And black ants greet each other as they meet–
Spring’s dewy mantle over all is rolled.

One whom I love is buried in the cold
And cannot see the sunshine dance on corn
Or stroll with me past lakes some misty morn
While we share secrets otherwise untold.

Her loss makes heaven’s stars appear to dim;
Infinity itself seems more finite;
The moon has also lost a bit of light;
I learn to walk anew, sans phantom limb.

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