Walk a mile

I Regret To Inform You

My shoulders bow under the responsibility
of communicating somber news.
With a heavy heart
and a grave sense of occasion,
I ponder the limitations of language.
No mere words can convey
grief,
sorrow,
or how gladly I would have taken their place.
What foul fate engineered this destiny,
so that things purposely worked out this way?
No, my dearest, darling children,
do not reason as to how we arrived at this destination.
It wasn't the hand of fate.
It was the chaos of an unpredictable life,
and we shall learn to accept and survive.
And somehow, I will find the words.


Free verse. Written 24 September 2015.