Why do birds sing without him in the world?How long will it take for my heart to uncurl? When will the sun and the wind give grief space, and be
The day you bury your last parent – or mother-figure – there is a permanent mark placed in your life’s calendar.
The morning sun rises in the gap between the bedroom curtains,
sunlight slices across my face.
My mind stirs slowly through the fog of sleep
My name is Barbara Reese Yager and I’ve known Jackie for 21 years through rescuing dogs.
The low-lying cloud lies on my newly, furrowed field. I breathe in the musty Delta bottom. The low-lying cloud lies on my newly, furrowed field. I breathe in the musty Delta bottom. A puff of Spring breeze conjures up my Holly’s spirit
Sandy, this is the moment where your friends have no words, no words that we think will matter to you, or lessen the pain.
I wake in a morning fog and greet another day.
I feel doom but, don’t know what it is.
Just doom lurking.
My mind darts from side to side,
We lie like spoons under mama’s handmade quilt
He inhales the citrus smell of my shampoo
Our old dogs lie snug in their beds
Dreaming of fields full of rabbits