dying is the worst
thing that could happen.
There is "A Missing" that is ever present and that demands to be soothed. It is an active, living thing that seeks to be fed, if not on a daily basis, at least on an every-other day basis.
There is something that is so wrong that has happened. How do we right that wrong?
Such an environment demands change, and no one would fault the person who makes those changes. They wouldn't accuse such a person of "not moving on."
What are the laws of this Child-Loss land?
What should they be so that we can survive in this now-ravaged land?
Picture of Donald Hall's excerpt from "Distressed Haiku" and Excerpt from William Shakespeare: thanks to ~M for the Survivors on Pinterest