Well, now she's dead. What are we going to say?
Tongue-tied. Or left with an overused cliché.
A stilted, synthetic expression of regret.
Not a note of genuine emotion. And yet,
something's real in the undertone beneath the line:
"So sorry for your loss." So glad it isn't mine.
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Melissa Cannon
would be pleased to hear them.