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I don't think we can stop writing about our dead loved ones, however much we resolve to. As you say, we evolve, as does our grief. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem, and for this post. ❤️👏

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Thank you Wendy 🙏

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*hugs you tightly*

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Beautiful poem, and reflection on grief, thank you.

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This is utterly beautiful, simply. Don’t stop writing about her and your feelings. You will always be her mum. Celebrate everything about her on this day xx

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Such a moving post and beautiful poem Wendy. Heartbreaking.

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Thankyou for sharing this Wendy. Beautiful writing on a very difficult day for you...❤️

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Thank you Wendy.

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“glad to have had those heavy pregnant days of animal existence, the wonder of it, the love for her”

This captures that time so beautifully, irrespective of how things ultimately land. To have recognized yourself and your daughter as a species like others sharing experiences across speciation. It is a magical moment.

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I have never been pregnant, but the burden of sorrow in this, so cleanly, plainly, beautifully expressed, has hit me like that hard-driven rain, surprising me.

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