( a haiku for an empty chair )
Empty chair at dusk
Your laughter echoes no more
Instead, pure, wretched heartache fills the empty void
Sophie
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If this spoke to you
The Sunday Letter
Coming soon: a poem, a gentle practice and one mother's voice, every Sunday morning. Until then, a new poem arrives on Instagram each week.
Your host
Hello, I'm Sophie
Poet, mother of two boys, and the one who lights the candles here. This space belongs to all of us. Read our story
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