5th August 2008 – 2018

Ten years is too long, a fear that to others she may be fading

Ten years is her imagined height, and length of hair; the clothes she would be wearing this summer

Ten years is as an overwhelming bout of crying, when returning to the hospital to plant a flower

Ten years is like digging in the ground

Ten years is driving away from a commemorative rose and fretting it will die

Ten years is sometimes not thinking about her

Ten years is understanding that

Ten years is the time it’s taken to include her when asked how many children I have

Ten years is not a shameful secret

Ten years is her first sleep suit still under my pillow

Ten years is two books, a baby, a new house, another dog

Ten years is not feeling her let go of my hand or take hold of it again

Ten years is tomorrow

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