The same as gold : Alice Walker

Now that I

Understand

That grief

Emotionally speaking

Is the same

As gold

I do not despair

That we are

All of us

Born to grieve

There was a

Small dark

Girl

In my dream

The other night

She had been

Left with me

By strange women

On their way

Somewhere

Else

Taking her into

My arms

Into my house

That had no roof

My tears

Covered us

Like rain

(From her poetry collection : Absolute Trust in the Goodness of the Earth)