Growing Grief
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Growing Grief

Leftovers of a Life

Poem

Photo by Adrien VIN on Unsplash

The faded, worn,
threadbare bathrobe
now more grey than blue,
reminds me of you.

It still hangs on a hook,
no longer used.
Years ago
I washed away
all possible DNA
or scent of you.

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A place to read and share stories of death and dying. Growing through the grief that comes before, during and after death

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Margie Hord de Mendez

Margie Hord de Mendez

Canadian-Mexican linguist and translator, Margie loves to write about cross-cultural living, faith, family, aging gracefully… and more!

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