grief poems

✨ This Is Love

just to hold hands...

Aug 5

Anything can be a trigger...

Jun 12

I’ll bet you hardly notice anymore...

Jun 10

✨ Gerda in the Garden

walk through primrose...

Apr 4

I touch its riddle...

Oct 30, 2023

✨ Your Father Knew Many Women

his apricot grove...

Oct 25, 2023

in lapis, your gift to me...

Oct 3, 2023

with our love for this world...

Sep 21, 2023

✨ [do the shells]

Sep 14, 2023

✨ Petit à Petit L’Oiseau Fait Son Nid

turn death to sapphire, diamond...

Aug 17, 2023

✨ Blueberries

I wanted to ask you why ...

Aug 9, 2023

Who did the math?

Aug 8, 2023

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