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cruel tide

grief is such a cruel tide,
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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