Five years have gone by, Little One. Grief is small and quiet now, tamed.

I remember that it hurt but not how it hurt.

Visions of your days– your death, your birth, the in-between– come to me

Every day. I still feel you, tucked in my heart.


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grief in pictures

A few months ago, I made a little book of water colors. An abstract children’s book about grief. I picture it as a board book, each page spread a new, bright, glossy watercolor, with a simple line of text below. The color saturation here doesn’t quite do it justice, but here it is…

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Death, when it comes, cracks everything open.

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There is a sharp divide: Before. After.

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All life becomes fragile.

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Grief covers everything in thick waves.

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It has many colors.

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Sometimes it feels like drowning.

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There is loneliness. The absence of you.

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Love remains.

© Burning Eye