I won’t hide my face,
tear-stained and sticky. I won’t cover my heart as it bulges and breaks. I won’t disguise the slump of my shoulders, the lines around my eyes, the sigh in my breathing. I won’t pretend that I am not here without you. But I will allow the corners of my mouth to curve upward. I’ll allow the galloping sound of a laugh to escape through my lips. I’ll let it run away through the air, with it’s mane waving. I will let your name settle on my tongue perfectly composed and crisp. I’ll speak about you beyond the sadness, with fondness and sparkle. I’ll let my eyes brighten and my heart soften. I’ll keep your memory - the picture of your spirit, the joyful purpose of your short life. I’ll make sure you are known - People will recognize that you are more than just the sadness of your death. You are the sparks that re-lit my hope. You are the kiss in the wind that reminds me to have faith. You are the soft song cradled in the crook of my ear humming about the power of love to evade the bounds of time or death or space. You are mine, now and always. **** By: Tiffany Kann
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AuthorHi, I'm Tiffany. I believe in the power of stories to connect us to each other. I write about life after loss and all the love, longing, and learning that comes from it. Grief is big, love is bigger. My newest stories are about motherhood (after both infertility and loss). In my experience, love doesn't get bigger than motherhood. Categories
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