Ten long short years

Ten years have passed since Hannah died.
One hundred and twenty months.
Five hundred and twenty weeks.
It seems such a little time.
It seems such a long, long time.

And my world is a completely different place,
because she lived,
because she died.

A world of strangers came into my life
 and left.
A world of friends
 disappeared.
The bereaved parents came...
and stayed through thick and thin.

I began to write.
I found new work for my heart and hands.
And long dark night gave way to dawn.

And still the days roll on,
with Hannah in my heart,
without her in my life.
 
One hand full.
The other empty.

Baby girl,
I hold you gently.

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