Time with Mum
There is a chasmic, cyclical, unquenchable grief. I wish for the hands of time to unwind. Then I would reclaim that unique moment I felt adequate peace. A point in history where I could embrace my mum, wrapping my hands around her stomach, nestling my head under her arm. Instead, the last time I held my mother’s body was when […]
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