Speechless Sorrow Comments

“Our son, the father of our grandchildren, wept with a faint, melancholy, rueful…” [this must be my week for reading “rue/rueful”. I’m trying to read a lot of PH friends’ poems to make up for lost time while I was away. this is the third poem in two or three days in which I’ve found “rue” or “rueful”. hmmm? oh, I’m getting sidetracked! ] ah! “divorce”! ! I’ve been through three, but never had anything close to misery accompany them. I was one of the lucky ones! (only once was a child involved and then things went pretty smoothly) Perhaps the poem would have more impact on some readers if “divorce” were the first (not last) word. I spent a bit of time trying to figure out what made everyone SO rueful. and I didn’t get the part about daughters/granddaughters being released to stewardess ……until the last word raised its “ugly head”. bri :) my condolences