In the quiet of my studio, I begin again,
Chisel in hand, marble before me...
I see you there Momma,
sitting under the tree...
Life for you was hard, you did your very best...
You've lived long enough to see 3 generations of...
Yesterday the final petal curled its soft shape...
Under a willow...
The days start to get colder and the light much...
The crisp cool air sooths and mildew forms on...
How the softness of grief gives way to anger.
There is no crying but there is this feeling...
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My shining light...
Everytime grief entered I went into another room.
A door, a window, the whole house and its gardens...
I used to live by the graveyard
It was peaceful at night...
Run away like a true coward.
Be someone I can never be...
Dad, I'm so sorry that I can't be there on that...
The day to say goodbye to you, to show how much I...
Meet me where you left me
That last embrace...