tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250118908948603423.post8839263361970369910..comments2024-03-26T15:04:26.678-07:00Comments on Walking the Mourner's Path After a Child's Suicide: ForgettingSusanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855903089067679219noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250118908948603423.post-52365056957440764892013-09-08T14:12:06.037-07:002013-09-08T14:12:06.037-07:00This is beautiful, Susan.This is beautiful, Susan.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14010483819571681637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3250118908948603423.post-20383469166461638772013-09-08T10:55:33.524-07:002013-09-08T10:55:33.524-07:00This poem reminds me of two images, one was a phot...This poem reminds me of two images, one was a photo I took of V. at the age of 4, it's taken from behind him so I see what he sees, the vastness of the sand and ocean, and from the hunch of his shoulders I sense his wonder.<br /><br />The other image is of V. and N. walking together along the coast. It was taken last summer, and somebody who was with them took if a distance from behind them,Ms. Cesarettihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13521582594647384416noreply@blogger.com