Driving Through Loss
She was silent as we drove home from the hospital,
It was not an awkward silence
it no longer was a pregnant silence.
I know now
that she was busy burying the unborn
as deep as she was able to
with only the one, forever broken shovel.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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