Canoodle Keepsakes

01/06/2026

01/06/2026

A lonely shadow stands within the mist,
A blurred outline against a field of gray.
The fog consumes the edges of the form,
And steals the solid details of the day.

The embrace we shared felt like a common thing,
A casual parting at the kitchen door.
No sudden warning whispered in the wind
That I would feel your steady arms no more.

If I could turn the heavy calendar back,
To grasp the handle of that final hour,
I’d hold you close against my aching chest,
With every ounce of desperate, human power.

I'd catch the fleeting scent of your old coat,
And memorize the pressure of your hand.
Instead, I let you step into the cold,
Before I had the sense to understand.

Now only textures of the fog remain,
To mimic how your presence used to feel.
I reach across the wide, dividing space,
But find that nothing in the dark is real.

The figure fades into the static air,
A memory dissolving in the blue.
I walk away with empty, reaching hands,
Forever wishing that I tighter drew.

—The Love I Lost

01/06/2026

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31/05/2026

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29/05/2026

There’s a question so many grieving parents quietly carry in their hearts.

Maybe they would be taking their first steps.
Maybe starting school.
Maybe laughing in the backseat, calling for one more bedtime story, or wrapping tiny arms around your neck.

Instead, we hold birthdays in our hearts and memories in our hands. 🕊️

No matter how much time passes, the love never fades.
A child gone too soon is still a child deeply loved, deeply missed, and forever remembered.

If you’re missing your baby today, this is your reminder:
Their life mattered.
Their story mattered.
And they will always matter. 🤍

28/05/2026

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