Grief does not disappear when life keeps moving. It simply learns how to move with us.
Welcome
This collection holds the losses that changed the shape of everything after them. Some have names. Some have dates. Some arrive as anniversaries, memories, medical language, or ordinary moments that suddenly hurt more than they should.
These poems do not try to make grief beautiful. They simply give it somewhere honest to exist beside the love that survived it.
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Before the World Knew Your Name
Before the world knewhow little timeit would give us, you belonged to mein a way no clockcould measure. Beneath my ribs,there was a daughter. A whole little universefolded into the darknessof my body. I had already begunthe quiet work of loving you. The kind that happensbefore introductions,before birthdays,before anyone elsecan understandthat a mother has alreadymade…
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Eleven Years of Almost
I have almost heard your footstepsin a hallway full of children. Almost imagined your laughterrising above the television,your voice arguing with your brothersover somethingnone of you would rememberby morning. I have almost boughtthe extra Christmas present. Almost pictured another backpackleaning crookedly against the wall. Almost called out five nameswhen supper was ready,forgetting, for one merciful…
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The Day That Has Always Been Yours
Midnight comes,and the calendar turnslike it hasn’t done anything wrong. October seventeenth. The world is asleep,but somewhere inside mea woman is still becoming a motherto a little girlshe will have to learnhow to love without holding. Eleven years. I have lived whole livessince the day you were born. I have packed lunches,washed blankets,kissed scraped knees,survived…
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For Darcy
A remembrance for Darcy and the stories, laughter, travel, kindness, and stubborn love of life that illness never managed to erase.
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He Knew
Darcy knew a little boy was coming and would carry his name; that knowledge becomes one small piece of peace inside a cruel goodbye.
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The Name You Got to Hear
Before goodbye arrived, Darcy got to hear the name Theodore Darcy Patrick and know a little boy would carry part of him forward.
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The Name He Knew
Before February took him, Darcy knew a little boy was coming and would carry his name into the future.
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What the Moon Couldn’t Return
The moon could not return what was lost, but beneath it she learned to stop asking the sky to rebuild a life only she could keep living.
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Even The Wind Remembered
Even the wind can carry back what memory tried to bury, touching old names, old places, and the ache of what once mattered.
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The Empty Chair
Grief is not only the moment someone leaves; it is every birthday, song, and ordinary Tuesday that keeps carrying the love forward.
