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  • Tamara Catharina

The gift of loss

There is a room inside of me

It’s dark and warm and one of my homes

Today I’m there

You live here, inside of me

In my dark waters of love

In this chamber of my heart

The woman that carried you lives there too

I come to hold and accompany her

To let her know I am here

We sit together

Skin to skin

We lean and listen

We melt what stiffened

Digest what’s ripened

Compost to fertile soil

And let our tears water the land

Darkness embrace me

As I embrace us

While we harvest your gift of loss

* In memory of my pregnancy loss on august 6, 2020

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