6:56am, San Francisco, CA at sunrise grey overwhelms blue the light fades into mourning wet fog surrounds me I wrote my first version of this poem, "each morning," about two months after Continue Reading »
“Because Grief is As Real as Love”
Because grief is as real as love, I mourn. I mourn my babies by saying the same things over and over, by finding different ways to say these things again and again: I hear them with each step I Continue Reading »
I will keep you
for Calvin I will keep you in my heart and carry you there each day. And when I am in my deepest of grieving, my son, I will remember the morning I held you in my arms and saw you in your father's. Continue Reading »
Thank You for Bearing Witness
I want to thank those of you who responded to our cries yesterday, on what was supposed to be Calvin's due date. By bearing witness to our grief, you held us. With each message Louie and I felt lifted Continue Reading »
To the Father of My Missing Child
I know I can't make you whole again But I'm here. I'm here to catch your tears in the palms of my hand, to try to make the landing a little less rough when you fall, because I'm falling, too. So Continue Reading »
each morning
grey overwhelms blue without my light, my sweet son wet fog surrounds me Continue Reading »
The Cord
by Terri Apostolakos We are connected, my child and I, By an invisible cord not seen by the eye. It's not like the cord that connects us at birth This cord can't be seen by any on earth. This cord Continue Reading »
