Sharp, spikey, painful to touch
Difficult to lift, to hold, to carry
Yet I carry it everywhere I go.
Read moreI See Red
To My Daughter, Isabella, Who Never Existed
I still wonder who you might have been—
a laugh echoing through quiet rooms,
tiny shoes by the front door,
finger-painted suns hanging crooked on the fridge.
Read moreI Never Heard You Say Mom
Lost
A story with no happy ending
I've always been told how good I am with children
Read moreA room with a (distant) view
Like a sunrise viewed through hazy mist,
Life real, yet so opaque.