GRIEF IS THE PRICE WE PAY FOR LOVE by Pete Brammer


GRIEF IS THE PRICE WE PAY FOR LOVE

Grief is the price we pay for love,
Leaving memories to treasure,
Heartaches shared by ones who care,
Plus a lifetimes love and pleasure.

No one knows the pain and hurt,
The loneliness it leaves,
Or understands your simple need,
To be alone and grieve.

To recall those days in happier times,
Full of gaiety and laughter,
When both held hands to say “I Do”
And be happy ever after.

Only time can heal those painful scars,
The scars no one can see,
Wounds so deep they tear the soul,
And will never set you free.

Things come back to haunt you,
A dream in troubled sleep,
A photograph from holidays,
Or a trinket that we keep.

The coolness of those salty tears,
How many can one shed?
Enough to water every flower,
In your favourite flowerbed.

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One thought on “GRIEF IS THE PRICE WE PAY FOR LOVE by Pete Brammer

  1. I have read this poem several times, and I cannot shake the feeling that its sentiment is not entirely correct. For some, as yet, indefinable reason, I am not comfortable with the poems assertion that grief is the price we pay for love. That anonymous phrase, or those words, have been used many times in the past. Amongst many others, HRH used them in one of her speeches, and C.S. Lewis has used them.
    Despite their frequent use however, I cannot help feeling that it is not right to associate love with grief; even when that grief is brought about by the loss of a source or object of love.
    By that, I am not saying that we should not grieve such a loss. But I am saying that we should not tarnish love, by swamping it in an avalanche of grief. Or are we not attempting to raise our love on high by the extent, or the depth, of our grief? Is the quality of our love matched by the quantity of our grief?
    I would rather like to believe that love does not grieve. I would rather like believe that grief has no part in love. I would go so far as to say that they are the antithesis of each other.
    In fact, I have long suspected that we have smudged the lines between what we term grief and what we term self pity. Perhaps we have had to do so? For when we grieve, we are expressing the extent and the depth of our sense of loss. We grieve for what we have lost, for what has been taken away form us, for what we will never have again. The key factor is that it is our own personal loss that we grieve.
    I have lost my parents, but I have not lost someone with whom I was deeply in love. So it may well be that I do not know what I am talking about. Perhaps it is only when we actually experience such a lost, that we can truly say that grief is the price we pay for that kind of love. Right now, I do not believe that it is. It may well be that I am afraid to do so.

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