This month marked the 5yrs since my grandmothers passing, this poem is my way of comfort.

A tree that told me about the passing seasons.

You are never alone.

You would understand me so much better if you could read my mind.

This was a poem I wrote about my first love, when I was fourteen.

Overwhelmed with tasks and inconclusions.. .

A comment to a berieved spouse relevant to the passing of a significant other.

This is a poem written in honor of a loved one’s passing.

A poem about wishing to understand the night before.

It’s been a week since I learned of his passing, and it occurs to me that much of him is still here.