Tag: loss

• The Edge of the Lawn

  He held the edging shearslike the world only stayed steadyif he kept cutting.Like order was a thing he could still shapewith his hands,one clean snip at a time. I stood beside him,small, bright,orbiting his gravitywithout understanding its pull. He didn’t teach with words.He taught with posture,with the slow choreography of care,with the quiet insistencethat some…

  Tavendale

  3rd Jan 2026

  Poetry

  childhood, family, loss, love, original, poem, poems, Poetry, uncertainty, writing