The small cross stood on a windy rise inches outside the cemetery fence. No baptism; no Christian burial. Just exclusion. My heart ached.
Spring rains softened rocky soil. The post gave way, nails twisted, boards slid.
I hammered the post in its new spot. Relief unfurled: my baby could rest.
Tawnia is an elementary teacher in Ontario who started writing a few years ago. You can find her on Twitter at @TawniaCourage. This story was written in memory of her grandmother.
Wow, this is so great; can picture that scene. Thanks for sharing this.
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Beautiful story that touches a mother’s heart, hearing of another’s loss. Your writing is so vivid.
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heartbreaking as the baby could be anyone or a loved pet – made me cry
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Your writing is like reading fine poetry Tawnia.
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Beautiful!
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Very strong, colourful, physical. Beautiful.
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Wow. Amazing. Starkly beautiful.
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Tawnia,
May your heart be softened and resilient through your writing.
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Beautifully written, Tawnia.
Nice job Tawnia.. I like the ending also.. “I’ve got this”.. Positive hope..