In this poem I am processing the grief of losing my beloved maternal aunt. I am continuously reminded of “When breath becomes air” by Paul Kalanidhi. And I use that title as the starting point.
When breath becomes air
When breath becomes air
In this poem I am processing the grief of losing my beloved maternal aunt. I am continuously reminded of “When breath becomes air” by Paul Kalanidhi. And I use that title as the starting point.