We fashion a memorial to our daughter dead a year this fall: a heart-shaped plaque, a card with her name. On this dark day we try to grow her again. We make sacrifices… Natalie Crick is from Newcastle and has poetry published or forthcoming in Interpreters House, Poetry Scotland, The Moth, Bare Fiction, The Honest […]
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