"for just as the swan's last song is the sweetest of its life,
so loss is made endurable by love,
and it is love that will echo through to eternity."
-call the midwife (PBS)-
Day 7/31: everybody has somebody that they miss every single day. without love to carry us through, how would we ever tolerate the space that exists with them gone?
i wrote this poem when i turned 30. it was the first one without my grandma.
29:1
Twenty-nine years that I had you here
To the one year you have been gone
I liked the 29 better.
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