GRIEF Poem: To a Woman I Never Met, by Alaina Hammond

Within their floral-patterned case
Its colors ranging cool to warm
A pair of glasses rests.
Your perfume lingers, just a trace
Reminding me you once had form
And eyes, and hands, and breasts.

When we were young, you taught my peers
The science that describes the Earth.
You nurtured them: Well done.
My eye, behind your glasses, tears
How blessed I am that you gave birth.
Like me, you loved your son.

I love my son.
I loved your son.
Dear Mrs. Brodsky,
Thank you for your son.

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