Bereaved Parents, bereavement, Family, Grief, inspiration, Life, Poetry, PTSD, Writing

My Daughter’s Hands

One isn't weak because they break from the storm set to take the love you won’t forsake. Harsh words reflect shadows we cannot shake.

Bereaved Parents, bereavement, Child loss, children, Grief, Loss, Poetry

Heartbreak at Twilight, a Poem

When you sing at twilight, of whom do you think?

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Always

I remember sitting at the breakfast table across from her laundry machine, and I'd watch the sunrise hit the lake as the ducks came near the wooden swing. You'd have to get up early enough because the ducks were gone by mid to late morning.