Such Small Hands: Poetry on Grief, Love, and the Enduring Spirit by Tiffany Ann Dosal

This poetry collection is possibly the most relatable and heartbreaking one I've read about child loss and suicide so trigger warning for those topic's being discussed. Any death is a tragedy, but for a child or baby even more so when their life was shortened unexpectedly from what we believe they'll get which is decades of life not a handful of weeks, months or years and even more so when it's the result of suicide as a cause and because of bullying which is just completely devastating. The poems talk beautifully especially of how music threads us in life and after loss. The collection speaks of the weight of carrying grief daily through life making you feel like a ghost amongst the living and I think one poem we all can relate to and know is, Do Not Stand At My Grave & Weep and that was included in a quoted poem form as another relatable addition. Little Strawberry, Lovely Music and the line 'the cellist in black play,' all hit me hard as relatable poems as I was once a cellist in all black playing in aan orchestra letting the music speak as it can absolutely speak better than words at times, and the joy of sharing music and food bonds us in a way with each other a lot of the time we'd never get solo or with people who just don't get us Carousels In Heaven, was a melancholic yet beautifully wistful poem about the beauty and joy a carousel can bring and how such a beautiful thing you see in daily life and once saw together can leave a lingering hopeful tie you wish to still be a bind in life and beyond keeping you anchored and close to your passed loved one. Honestly, this collection is possibly one of the best about losing a child I have ever read for the depth and honesty with which it has been written and I truly hope that writing this has helped.