I have a shadow child too; he'd be 13 this year. I like reading pieces like this, because it gives me solidarity.
About the poem-- I love how you've given meaning to numbers. They become our friends as we read here. 9:20 p.m. -- 10 minutes -- size 3 -- 12 years -- 24... they now hold new meanings for us as well. Comfort and joy, Lynette, to you and yours. --Charlie
"where I lean into the fragrance of grief"
I so relate to this line. But I cannot imagine this dear and talented friend. We almost lost our son Sean several years ago. Renal failure at twenty years of age. Something miraculous happened though ... he's still alive. Lately, much of your work has been cathartic; I feel as if you are experiencing a cleansing in your life. I'm not brought to tears much anymore by anothers writing - this one reminded me that I am still vulnerable.
Big ole hugs ...