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The Mother: A Parable by Temple Baily The young mother set her foot on the path of Life. “Is the way long?” she asked. And her Guide said, “Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning.” But […]
Continue ReadingStillbirth by Laure-Anne Bosselaar On a platform, I heard someone call out your name: No, Laetitia, no. It wasn’t my train—the doors were closing, but I rushed in, searching for your face. But no Laetitia. No. No one in that car could have been you, but I rushed in, searching for your face: no longer […]
Continue ReadingTHE DEAD WOMAN If suddenly you do not exist, if suddenly you no longer live, I shall live on. I do not dare, I do not dare to write it, if you die. I shall live on. For where a man has no voice, there, my voice. Where blacks are beaten, I cannot be dead. […]
Continue ReadingStill Grieving After All These Years, OR, When Your Emotional Drain is Clogged I imagine your first thought, as a reader, is: “Wow Caitlin, that is a pretty terrible title. I thought you were supposed to be good at this writing thing?” Well, a) thank you for checking in… and b) I have selective writer’s […]
Continue ReadingRemember Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you […]
Continue ReadingIf I Should Die You’ve just walked on ahead of me And I’ve got to understand You must release the ones you love And let go of their hand. I try and cope the best I can But I’m missing you so much If I could only see you And once more feel […]
Continue ReadingThings My mother loved clothes. She kept them well. She wore them well. In the years after we all left home, in the years after my father’s death, she began allowing herself to buy more and more clothing. Never anything too expensive or extravagant. She didn’t need that. She could turn Walmart into couture simply by […]
Continue ReadingDeath is nothing at all. I have only slipped away to the next room. I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, That, we still are. Call me by my old familiar name. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. […]
Continue ReadingA Poem about Holiday Grieving on New Year’s Day The Year Before Last by Unknown The holiday season is approaching, and with it comes the New Year. Although for me time passes slowly, New Year’s Day will ring in quickly. I dread this New Year’s Day because they will look at me in a terribly strange […]
Continue ReadingA poem about Holiday Grieving Wounded Holidays by Alan Harris Young, they left our homes in a moment, long or quick, they were gone. Dewdrops turned into teardrops, the shining sea too small to hold our grief. “Give us our children back,” we pled as we noticed their plateless places at the table. Regret […]
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