Is it better

To have lost love?

Is it wiser

To never see Dove?

Why is love

The hardest game?

Why the music

Never silences pain?

I have lived many years in a house where every window I gazed outside of; every thought I thought as I did so….it was, and those thoughts were infused with the light of true love because my uncle and father built the frames. My partner and others helped as they could to build the frames.

Yet I know how to cry tears for my country in a windowframe my father did not build for me……..he is not building for me anymore and I wish he could support me now as I supported my family for years only to be lost to everyone now.

I do not like the spewing of words: “Sympathy Farming” coming from people younger than me.

I love you,

Cara Coffey