A poem on the non-negotiable nature of grief and loss.
I wonder if I am exploiting my husband’s memories of him by penning them down or am I immortalising them, keeping them safe for him to revisit when we …
I lost my father to COVID-19 in May 2021. He was the best there ever was, even though I couldn’t see it for a long time.
'Today, I unlocked your steel cupboard for the first time since you left us.'