Is it wrong?

And is it wrong to grieve when a cardboard box
Became for a moment,you?
As if my eye sees my need’s joy
Then,alas,the truth.
Is it wrong to grieve,when the birds are nesting
And I have no young?
When people say,we thought you didn’t want any
And,what you’ve never had you never miss~
As if.
Is it wrong to show a sad face or to weep
When the cow bellows for its calf
And the cat is distracted by loss of a kitten.
And is it wrong to be alive without
The one who knows you?
Is it wrong  to grieve when nobody speaks
And others say,I didn’t know  what to say.
When it’s the saying, not the what ,that matters.
The sound of a voice
A word,laughter,a phrase.
Some people say you never get over it
Is it a stile or a mountain?
A heap of rocks or bricks?
Shall I undress and go naked into the mouth of the cave
For clothes hinder movement
And in heaven we’ll have none.