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my grief is a child

wild and unpredictable

stormy and sweet

whiny with dirty fingernails

and sticky fingers.

I need time away

and yet, I also can not stay

away

because it needs me

and I am in love.

It is my child-

our child that we made

together.

It is what is left of us

It is full of us

always just around the 

corner-

playful and demanding

with wet kisses.

He demands attention

on his timeline

regardless of where I am

or who I am with.

Her pouty lips catch me

off guard

head peeking behind a tree

laughter erupting

down the empty hallway.

My grief is a child

that often keeps me awake

at night.

Rubbing their back 

I whisper that it 

will be ok

that they are loved

that I will be there

always.

And if I listen closely

I can just make out the soft

echo back-

"I love you too".

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Comment by BelovedPeach on August 15, 2017 at 1:48pm
OriRising, that is so beautiful, thank you for sharing, it moved me to tears.

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