When your sister’s husband dies
You drop everything
As if you could do anything
About the thing that’s kicking her ass.
Damn, if it don’t make you ache to
Watch her brave it, and badly.
Because there’s no good way to do this;
Grief doesn’t look good on anyone.
Oh, it might make you wise.
Sure, someday, some way
The thing that takes you to the brink
Will bring you back with compassion.
Yeah, soon my sister’s life will
Feel like a call to action.
But, today, this moment,
It’s like a girl—if she had any—
Getting kicked in the balls.
A girl I grew up with.
A girl who stood up to life
When it told her to play it small.
She shouted, “Give me something big!”
It did. And took it away.
A high price to pay,
What she was asking.
Unprepared, as we all are
For gifts and their strings.