Zarina Dara πŸ₯€πŸ’ƒπŸ»
1 min readSep 12, 2018

Anne, mine never even made it into this world, never made it past the first ultrasound. But still so real, in those shining, uncertain first weeks. I think those dream children who never were are sometimes the hardest grief to quantify. And so I gave them voice in word and song.

And when I look in the face of my 7 year old nephew, I often think of the cousin he never got to meet… πŸ’œ

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Zarina Dara πŸ₯€πŸ’ƒπŸ»
Zarina Dara πŸ₯€πŸ’ƒπŸ»

Written by Zarina Dara πŸ₯€πŸ’ƒπŸ»

sneaking poetry into the corners of the day, and telling stories to myself in grasp of sanity.

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