Apples

Puffy eyelids
Crumpled tissues, wet wads
I let my 6-year-old comfort me
Kiss the soft firm apples of Jack’s cheeks
Read the comforting words
Of friends
Feel guilt, shame, loss, love, gratitude
Grief.

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