Poem of the Week

On the 18th Anniversary of My Husband’s Death

Your death is grown
and ready to leave the nest
it is old enough
to make important decisions

it is its own thing now
and much less part of me
than itself
even as it will always be part of me

sometimes I still fight to keep it close
and hold it the way I did
when it was much younger
but it is just that

a fight
because it and I both struggle
because it and I both know
it doesn’t live here anymore


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