Widowers shouldn’t get sick.
At least this one shouldn’t.
Three days in bed.
Another wave
Pain in stillness.
Relief in movement.
Through the memories.
Through the fear.
I emerge covered in tears.
The healing journey of a widowed, unschooling badass in Delaware.
Widowers shouldn’t get sick.
At least this one shouldn’t.
Three days in bed.
Another wave
Pain in stillness.
Relief in movement.
Through the memories.
Through the fear.
I emerge covered in tears.
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Hoping for a speedy recovery. Please let me know if there is anything I can do for you and the boys.
Thanks so much, Kim. We’ve got a lot of great support here and I’m feeling better. No surprise that poetry focuses on the most dramatic feelings.