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Empty crib
The journey of mourning a lost child. Chapter 18
2 min readSep 16, 2022
Your bed remained empty, you are like a shadow on the wall — there, but not tangible.
I miss you — and the fact that I cannot caress you leaves a great emptiness. Lonely as the street lamp in the endless sky. Alone, sometimes without ground under my feet.
But the bed and the sky show colours of hope, colours of confidence and the beauty that I saw in your face.
This beauty helps me to experience a feeling of boundless connection instead of loneliness.
I am the bed, you are the light. I am the lamp, you are the sky.
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