We have weathered grief like seasons,
You, a quiet thread through the fabric of my days.
For fifteen years, in every home,
you found the warmest spot.
But for me, that was you.
About the Creator
Arielle
Short poems to illuminate, commiserate, and captivate. Arielle is a writer, mama, social worker, and runner. She is a hospice worker and an expert in grief and loss. Poetry collection available for purchase. Spoken word poetry warrior.
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