Edith
I see your pain.
It has become the wall
between us.
I hear your silence.
It has become the scream
behind your eyes.
What words of comfort
could assuage such a wound?
There are no words, but these:
She would not have honored
any other choice.
She would not have thought
the price too high to pay.
Her vision of the future
was her gift to those
she left behind.
She could not have loved
you more:
You are the living reason
for her sacrifice.