My grief is like a pebble in my shoe
And each day my grief feels new
Each step through life now causes me pain
Can't you see it's not easy to walk again?
Sometimes I pick up my foot and shake the pebble back into my shoe
The pain is gone! No it's not you fool; it's just hidden there inside your shoe (inside of you)
I take the pebble from my shoe and throw it in the water
I watch the water as it spins and flows
Just like my grief it flows; turning and spinning as it goes
One day the pebble will be gone, but my love for you, my son, lives on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem