Duck Grief

Weeping may stay the night, but joy comes in the morning.

Psalm 30:5b

Duck quack, quack
duck quack, quack;
wiggle, waddle,
wiggle, waddle,
duck quack, quack!

It was a sober moment.
Six children gathered
as their grandfather 
fought the battle of
his life and would soon
lose it to his cancer.

It was late afternoon,
sun warmed chilled air,
I can’t remember the
season, only children
who soon would know
the pains of ugly grief.

It was then my young son
adapted the tune above;
wiggling and waddling as
he sang; soon all the kids
followed lined up in a row.
Joy came in midst of grief.

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