Grief Evolved
The summer scents stuffed into the air
overflow with old memories.
I miss my father.
I miss his smile, crooked and hard to win though it was.
I miss his love, warm and abiding.
I miss his broken nose and his gruff wisdom.
These, however, are not gone
but merely transformed.
I feel and see them everywhere.
The rain beats down harder now,
blurring my vision of the cloudy summer day around me.
I love the sound, quickening every second
until I feel like it might break the window pane
and come rushing in.
It reminds me of the day he died,
although he died in November,
and surely it couldn't have been raining...
Grief and time do strange things to the mind;
they bury some things and clarify others.
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LAURA JO BARBER is a senior pursuing a Baccalaureate degree in Business Administration. Laura developed an interest in writing at a young age due to her love of reading. By finding inspiration in authors like Hemingway, Neruda, and Plath, she was able to grow her own writing style, and hopes to continue to do this as she moves forward.