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Fresh grief at Easter

Red Twin loved Easter. “He is risen!” she would say, her face shining, as she waited for the response, “He is risen indeed!” It’s the moment when mourning is turned into dancing. But this Easter dancing does not come easily for me. The resurrection is what animates my hope that […]

A poem for Red Twin

Arthur Davis, Friday, 16 March 2018 ~ Waiting Little ones murmur and squawk We mung on Vietnamese rolls The four women keep watch with their hands Hold her with their eyes There’s so much life in here Her breath Itchy head Is she in pain? No Wiggles on the iPad […]