
Unfurling Grief
she modeled the wintering, the unfurling.
And I know I can stand strong in my winter when it comes.
she modeled the wintering, the unfurling.
And I know I can stand strong in my winter when it comes.
I write fire.
I fire words.
Words fire me.
When I read these words about today months, even years, from now, I’ll remember the places I turned and the spots of shade as I mowed, the flood of unsettling and grounding memories of Mom mowing these yards, and the tissues of my heart fraying and knitting at once knowing how quickly things slowly change. How lucky am I, capturing life’s moments with words?
Home in my head is even more scattered now, because it includes the places my children have made theirs. I came home from Chicago with a full heart because the parent in me is joyful to find the warmth, safety, and the coziness of home under her child’s roof.
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