One of my most treasured memories of Matt is of the first time we ever listened to music together. We were at my house and I was showing him some of my favorite cds. I was a bit embarrassed at my cd collection; it was certainly nothing to brag about,…
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what was underneath
What's beneath all of the pain.
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the green
Spring is here - the process of winter giving way to spring is a lovely way to look at the grief journey.
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a mother’s faith
Written shortly after the death of her son, this poem captures the pain and yearning of a mother following the suicide of her beloved child.
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about the pain
A short poem about how the pain changes over time.
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rocking chair
Wouldn't you love to fast forward to the part where all of this is done? Where you're no longer in pain? This is a poem for you.
