sodden cheeks
drenched in sorrow's repine  
the drops fell
with a saddening gush    
little by little
the sides of the
face felt less wet
as the air of solace
toweled the harrowed skin
for an age
drab raining clouds
prevailed
each day the tourment
of loss being there to
remind
of a suffering ache  
of the stress in agony
of the constant wailing  
not on the wane
out of the dark pall  
of demise
emerges
the bright sun's light
reconciling
the hours of grief