It's not a question of solace/comfort. The grief will never end. The poem speaks to that. It's about getting her to get herself to a place where she doesn't live in anger. She's been stuck in that stage for a long time. You and I didn't know each other when this started in May of 2023 when her adult daughter Marisa ended up on life support and finally passed away that October. The two stories I box linked cover that period.

This is what Anne texted me after she read the poem:

"Crying! Relief, surrender, unbearable fatigue, like the Fontenelle on a baby‘s head you pressed down, and it finally hit my brain. I asked God to forgive my arrogance!
The question is… Will I ever stop sheltering in place? ❤️"