I've slept on it. The morning greeted me with a beautiful sunrise, and now I can say more.
When I found the paperweight, the pain was sudden and bright. I burst into tears because it hurt. The loss hurt. I added the title later. I wasn't crying because they can't bring him home. I wasn't thinking of anything, I was just crying.

Hubby-Man didn't really understand why I found a simple poem so offensive, but he gave me some space anyway. Good man.