A poem for my loss

by Sam Rose

Tell me, is it normal to feel jealous of someone

else’s grief and to wish I could share

in it? Because what I think is a

memory is really just an

old photograph with a

wish attached to

it and a grave

is just stone

driven into

the earth.

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Sam Rose is a writer and editor from Northamptonshire, England. She is the editor of Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine and The Creative Truth. Her work has appeared in Scarlet Leaf Review, Rat’s Ass Review, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Haiku Journal, In Between Hangovers, and others. Sam is a cancer survivor and primarily uses her experiences with this to write poetry and memoir. In her spare time, she enjoys listening to rock music and eating too much chocolate. Find her at her website https://www.writersam.co.uk and on Twitter @writersamr