Loss becomes more common
place next to years lived,
well and rightly,
left to grass covered hillocks
and gravestones.
I know now that kith and kin
includes the land as well as the relations
that one inherits in blood
and bone and breath
and love
and life,
the last time I thought about it,
includes losing those
both kith and kin
and I will end
with a small hillock of my own
of green grass and
the breath of wind,
well and rightly.
thecourseofourseasons 
Loss becomes more common until for the few remaining survivors it becomes less common.
Beautiful share Kathleen and speaks of deep acceptance of the seasons of our lives ~ I hope you are well ~
A philosophical poem. So nice when I see your name pop up on my blogroll! Any news?
Inspiring poem and image! God bless!