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The Grief We Hold

Blackbirds carry tear filled carnations
wrapped with green fern leaves, twisting
together memories floating among laced
flowers as words trickle like blessed
waters through summer rivers. Carved
stones, on sheltered ground, comforts
fallen names whispered into cyclic breaths
of remembrance. And peace brought forth
within small moments honor timeless dimensions
where love for those lost nourish all the life that follows.
—Ashly McBunch

One Comment

  1. Gordon White September 6, 2021

    Beautiful poem The description connects on so many levels—the cover art of “A Place to Mourn and to remember to turn toward the grief in ones life to understand the love surrounding us.

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