The Birds Are Still Singing
Posted on“I asked for those flowers because I wanted a reminder of your life, and your birth that was also your death but yet, it was a birth.” By Sabrina Fletcher This week I should have been entering the third trimester of my second pregnancy. The trimester of “Oh, when are you due?” and of “Oh wow, you’re having a baby!”… and the trimester of maternity tops and stretchy elastic band pants and round round bellies (and other parts). But you, my baby, are not here with me. The air is chilly and wet as I step outside to throw the compost onto the pile in our […]