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Grief doesn’t fight fair

Ambushing me

Hollowing out my heart and mind

So it can fill them full

Welling out my eyes

Into my empty hands.


But Grace is there too.

As I watch the growing gray streaks in the pre-dawn sky

Bare feet pad out to find me-

my seven-year-old Miracle.


He clambers onto my lap,

Pulls my blanket around him,

Then reaches out to pull

an Enormous, Growly, Plastic Dinosaur

All sharp ridges and teeth

Into our cocoon

Explaining that it wants to snuggle too.


How can Grief dare attack with these two on guard?



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