Of all the lessons child loss has taught me
The most unexpected is the need to learn a second language
I have no choice; there are things I have to say
That I had no words for before
The phrases are hard to pronounce
My daughter’s ashes
My sweet girl’s funeral
My child is dead
It’s not a romance language
The sounds are guttural
They stick in my throat
It’s not my mother tongue
But it’s become my mother voice
Laura
A Light for My Path 
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