Tag: tragic loss
The Tale Of Thecla St. John
Each breath ignited a fire in my lungs. Still, I remained in place as my hand traced the aged closet that displayed my grandmother’s bold, African print frocks a year after her death. I don’t know why I chose this dreary, overcast day to store her away. It added to the weighty silence in the ...The Un-Mothering
My breast aches even though never suckled My chest is your comfortable favorite cushion They ache from not knowing My own children The young man and woman they’ve both become From not knowing their likes and dislikes Missing out on triumphs and just being there From wanting to embrace know they are safe and in ...
