yet i find reasons
for heartfelt gratitude—
flipping through old cookbooks &
magazines,
those hugsmaking
everything better...
as memory lives,
so they too carry on.
you'll always know it's sting;
some days more others less.
take heart, you're hidden under a wing—
the comforting comes for mourning.
just one reason more, for my beholdeness...
Praying for those that grieve.
© January 15, 2026 | baccusbee
Grief is such a cruel tide,
Get help if you must,
Just rise, rise again 💗
(Words mine. Images created with Grok Imagine a collaborative process called synthography. Thank you for reading.)
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