GRIEF Poem: The Day After, by Jack Clark

The day after was so very quiet.
It was oh so deafeningly silent,
and there was no use in denying it.
You were gone.

The day after was so very quiet.
There was no breaking that horrid silence.
The air was as still as your body was.
You were still gone.

The day after was so very quiet.
But something new filled that awful silence.
The sound of tears, of grief, of our mourning.
You will live on.

Because even in death, you still live on.
You were a good dog, a wonderful friend.
As they say, “in time, even a heart mends.”
We still love you.

We all still love you, and we’ll meet again.