Sorrow

Sorrow

Zina Gomez-Liss

My mother held Sorrow
Like a bird in her hand

For grief seemed like such a small thing
Until it’s wings fully expanded

Let go! We cried,
Let it fly away! Let it fly!

But no—she offered her palms
And it alighted

Beautiful and dangerous
For so long in the cup of her hands

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Zina Gomez-Liss
Poet

Zina lives with her husband and five children in the Boston area where she advocates for families with special needs. You can find her writing at zinagomezliss.substack.com. 

Photography by Daniel Olah