Every moment we had
together
falls like snowflakes
on my cold limbs.
Every moment you’re
gone
washes down a stream
in the heart of winter.
Copyright 2021 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: A poem for grieving, for missing those who are far away, for taking a moment to remember the weight of loss, like the dark matter of my personal universe. Grief is like gravity, a heaviness holding me to the earth. Gravity may weigh me down, but it also holds me together. I hope that if you’re grieving, the love you remember is as embracing as it is heavy. Thanks to Hanna, whose photograph and poem were so gorgeous they spoke to something deep and quiet inside me.
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Worth reading 😊
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Thank you! 😊
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Beautiful, Brenda!
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Thanks for stopping by!
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Gorgeous photograph and wonderful poem. Do we ever stop grieving, or do we just get so used to it we simply believe we’ve stopped?
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Some people just leave a hole behind that cannot be filled. My mother. My sister. My brother. How can you stop grieving them? You simply live a new life.
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