Things in a Drawer

The genesis of this is very personal... Let's just leave it to say there are many ways a parent can lose a child, and in each case it leaves an unbelievably painful blight on the soul. The worst is to be left behind, and no parent should ever have to lose their baby, yet I did, and it nearly destroyed me... Worse still, is the one day you open a drawer, and see the little token of past happiness that was dashed upon the rocks, and a terrible scar is torn open again. I wrote this for the parents of loss in an effort to shed light on the possibility of restoration.