Tag: grief
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How to be human enough to… be there at the end
A poem to recollect my father in laws final moments, written before the funeral of my beloved high school English teacher. Read more
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When I’m Old
My Grannie was born in 1910 in Scotland and was quietly amazing.This photo is the opposite to who she was to me. Dressed up and posing on a holiday to Calgary before I was born! When I’m oldI won’t wear a peenywith a box of bluebell matches in the pocketfor burning rubbish in the midden. Read more
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New Beginnings
A poem contemplating that time between the end of one thing and the beginning of another and the rest and processing that needs to come in between. Read more