One Grief One grief. Two lives. Two realities. Side by side. In every breath, in every blink every instant, every wink. Here and now Day and night Peas and carrots Black and white Bread and butter Cain and Abel Skin and bones Farm to table Back and forth  ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌ ‌

	Forwarded this email? Subscribe here for more Poems to Hope and Heal Elaine Gantz Wright Oct 31   READ IN APP   One Grief One grief. Two lives. Two realities. Side by side. In every breath, in every blink every instant, every wink. Here and now Day and night Peas and carrots Black and white Bread and butter Cain and Abel Skin and bones Farm to table Back and forth To and fro Pickles and ice cream Stop and go Fire and ice One and done Oil and water Mother and son Bacon and eggs Scotch and soda Love and hate Obi wan and Yoda Bait and switch Dark and light Good and plenty Fight or flight Bitter and sweet Pain and pleasure Yin and yang Measure for measure Bells and whistles Alive and well Smoke and mirrors Heaven or hell Life unhinged. Navigating now. Every day Live somehow. Share Grief Matters is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. Upgrade to paid Finding Myself in Loss Loss is not always the end— But a beginning,    a fresh piece of now    A new way of being— Maybe an end to situations, stresses and notions— assumptions judgments, trauma’s emotions in      —liquidity          of time,          ubiquity          of space But not this eternity, dreams, out of place. still though— my love, my hope, my grace, Loss is like silk, a gossamer thread, Winds deep ‘round the layers, the sinews in my head To be more than is this one day,  I will see But today I am not, --just to be Share Leave a comment Grief Matters is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. Upgrade to paid You're currently a free subscriber to Grief Matters. For the full experience, upgrade your subscription. Upgrade to paid   Like Comment Restack   © 2023 Elaine Gantz Wright 548 Market Street PMB 72296, San Francisco, CA 94104 Unsubscribe