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Grief

Grief is the house left vacant
once parents have moved out,
moved on to their eternal home
without you—
for now

Grief is the crib left vacant
when life anticipated departs
before taking breath,
or soon after, taking yours
with it

Grief is the room left vacant
when a child declares independence
too young, rejecting all
faith and family offered
for launch

Grief is the vacancy
a for-sale sign
can’t fill

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I wrote this post for the Five-Minute Friday Link-Up. Click here to read other writers' posts on today's prompt: vacant.

Photo by Tierra Mallorca on Unsplash

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  1. AnnetteMarch 29, 2025 at 11:58 AM

    very on point. FMF4

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  2. dawnMarch 29, 2025 at 2:50 PM

    That is a good description of grief! Vacant describes an aspect of it perfectly. Thank you Janet.

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