The Caring wave
resembled a tsunami.
It started days before:
telephone calls —
e-mails —
food —
friends recent and long standing —
relatives from far and near.

It crested at the grave side
and then began withdrawing.
Where once its mighty wake
washed upon the shore of sorrow
now there are only ripples —
ripples that will likely never disappear.

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