Cardboard Casket
Grave goods (items buried with their owner), without the grave
Booties, blankie, bear ...
all I have left of my sweet
baby, who grew up.
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About the Creator
Sonia Heidi Unruh
I love: my husband and children; all who claim me as family or friend; the first bite of chocolate; the last blue before sunset; solving puzzles; stroking cats; finding myself by writing; losing myself in reading; the Creator who is love.
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birds whorl serpents coil my soul torus-twists around that black hole moment * * An event horizon is the threshold around a black hole. Beyond this boundary, nothing can escape the inexorable, crushing pull of a black hole, not even light.
By Sonia Heidi Unruh3 years ago in Poets
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