Their Grief Stains

Their Grief Stains

Their grief stains
the snow white leather of me
and adds a crimson hue
to distant concerns for thee.

I stumble on my thoughts
in wondering what to feel
and question deep within
if this tragedy were real.

Within the depth, the crevices
my heart searches for a way
to align a comfort zone
for those suffering so today.

The loss, the tragedy
families swamped in pains;
homes gone, washed away
oh, how their grief so stains.

Del Cano 2005 Sept