Sunday, April 19, 2020

Rising Tide

My heart speaks of you, breathes of you, breaks of you. 
My breath follows the tide, in and out, and I follow the breath. 
Calm settles over me despite the raging seas within. 
With the morning comes a new day without you. 

Sunday, April 5, 2020

Grieving my Grandma

My grandma recently died almost two months ago now. Besides the loss of beloved pets, I have not experienced a familial death since I was 11...