Every morning we wake thinking of those lost—lost to their family’s arms, lost to this world.
Thank you. Such beautiful, meaningful poems.
My younger daughter is pregnant. I now imagine a little traveler within her, with his soul suitcase, waiting to come out and greet us all.
"Still, I imagine it holding its small suitcase
at a bare train station waiting
to come home to her,
waiting for the train’s approaching light."
Thank you. Such beautiful, meaningful poems.
My younger daughter is pregnant. I now imagine a little traveler within her, with his soul suitcase, waiting to come out and greet us all.
"Still, I imagine it holding its small suitcase
at a bare train station waiting
to come home to her,
waiting for the train’s approaching light."