Grief often slips

between the stitches

and becomes a

second skin

for an eternity.

Comfort hugs tightly

like a baby swaddled

in a purple blanket

whilst a parent is absent

or gone … for good.

Love is loose and free

with room to breathe

and dance in all corners

of every room

like a free-wheeling ballerina

floating on

an invisible permanent smile.

Layers upon layers

of emotional clothes

worn around hearts

and sometimes seen

on bodies

when the light shines right.

From the Between the Lines collection now available here:

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