A poem for Chrissy and many others

Nov 4, 2020


Photo by Tom Barrett on Unsplash

There is no greater grief than
the hole of a child who does not exist,
who was only here for a brief,
complicated moment,
whose presence leaves a
hole now shared by
the kindness of strangers, who want to
let you know
they once felt that same pain
even from a million miles away,
grieving emptiness together
and a loss few others understand.




NYC living, published poet & storyteller