How I learned to hold grief at such a young age
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How I learned to hold grief at such a young age

B1IntermediateOctober 27, 20261 min
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  • Relationships & psychology

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her grief, so she let it break like waves against the inside of her skin until it was

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to remember grandpa as a happy man. A man who stuck out his bum playing basketball,

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Hi, my name is Kinsale Drake, and this is my poem, How I Learned to Hold Grief at Such a Young Age. Because my mama lost her daddy when she was too young and she didn't know how to hold her grief, so she let it break like waves against the inside of her skin until it was

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all worn down trying to hold her together, and she only wanted my baby older sister to remember grandpa as a happy man. A man who stuck out his bum playing basketball, who told jokes so bad my Navajo grandma would scold him and kiss him and make him coffee, and that blue kettle their old house still has somewhere. Maybe under the cabinets or behind that

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old flower tin that had maggots one year when my mom was helping her mom, my scary Navajo grandma, clean it out, and they managed by some Navajo miracle to keep the spam and eggs from burning on the stove the entire time. And I remember too how my grandmother had a picture of her husband up until the day she died, and even now it's still there in that house, and how my mother

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