We have weathered grief like seasons,
You, a quiet thread through the fabric of my days.
For fifteen years, in every home,
you found the warmest spot.
But for me, that was you.
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Arielle
Short poems to illuminate, commiserate, and captivate. Arielle is a writer, mama, social worker, and runner. She is a hospice worker and an expert in grief and loss. Poetry collection available for purchase. Spoken word poetry warrior.
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