Some of us hover when we weep for the other who was
dying since the day they were born.

We should weep for men at their birth, not at their death.

It amuses me to weep for a dead man with eyes that once were his.

There's a variety and depth to the song topics I get to write about in children's music and books: being able to write about things I wouldn't normally write about, like a disappointing pancake, or monsters or opposite day is really different than writing about heartbreak and relationships.

Would it help,” he asked gently, “to have a shoulder to cry on?”
She fought to conceal how much the question unnerved her. “Thank you, but no.” Carefully she dropped the herbs into the kettle. “Crying is a waste of time.”
“‘ To weep is to make less the depth of grief.’”
“Is that a Romany saying?”
“Shakespeare.

We don't object to our date of birth, so why object to our date of death, which is just as much a matter of chance.