GRIEF Poem: Everything That is Beautiful, by Angie Kinman

Where will I find you?
In everything that is beautiful.

When will I see you again?
In the silver leaves of the maple trees.

How can I hear your voice?
In the sweet song of the wood thrush in the morning.

When can I hold you again?
I am the warmth of the sun on your face.

What if I can’t wait?
I am just across the river.
I will wait for you there.