The Hack Poetess
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
My Processing Is Stuck
Phil flew home.
An hour later I left
For one who had gone home
Permanently.
Caleb cried all morning.
After I got home,
He cried all night.
I’m his mom, and I am here.
How does one process
A mom who will not come home again?
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