My name is loss
I come to you 
when all you have had 
is crumbling
when all you have given 
is riven with me
loss is humbling

my name is grief 
and I bear the pain of loss 
when you are humbled 
beyond belief
when you thought 
you would be always 
proud and strong
I am here to tell you 
that you were wrong

my name is relief
when comes a day 
you realise that grief will eventually
deliver a clearway
a freedom from regret
at losing what you had gained
losses your mind held and retained
these burdens your cross
until you find you can accept loss

my name is acceptance
where past material possessions 
and anxieties prove hollow
where a hopeful path
is a worthy path to follow
where reflective plans 
present themselves 
as many possible futures
where eventual understanding 
of loss the future nurtures
and our transient presence can
still be an enriching presence
a new time we have in which to live
to love enjoy feel 
touch smell hear see and give