On loss and love, again and again
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You were like a flower
not yet unfurled
remarkable in all your promise
tender in all your delicacy
You were like a dream
I awoke from
too early
Little miracles
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If this season feels heavier, it is because it is.
Because memory glows brighter against festive lights.
Because silence is louder when joy is expected.
And still—
You are here.
You are remembering.
You are loving.
That, too, is a kind of miracle.
Read MoreSeasons of grief, part 2
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my body always knows
nothing is more predictable than time,
but calendars do not share any secrets with grief
Seasons of grief: Autumn
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it’s just this time of year
when everything seems to be taunting me
or warning me
or consoling me
holding on
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it’s so much easier to be broken
than to sit around waiting and waiting and waiting
to break
Read MoreSpringtime lingering on my lips
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i breathe into the sound of baby birds
calling for their mother
and i am reminded that you never will