Some days I just can’t-
look at your pictures,
listen to your voice,
hold your things,
hear your songs…
One mom's raw and honest journey through grief.
Some days I just can’t-
look at your pictures,
listen to your voice,
hold your things,
hear your songs…
I’ve been wondering
As I’ve been pondering
The things that you must know
Once you’ve stepped through
Once you break through
To heaven, now your home.
In the quiet
Dead on the inside
Still within my grief
You whisper to my broken heart…
Rise
Some times words flow in a journal, in a blog, or form themselves into an attempt at a poem, or even a song.
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