Non-Fiction, Poetry, Writing


This is the bench that my dad got in loving memory of his wife, my mom.


By Tessa Dean copyright August 2020

When my mother passed away my father was lost.

He lost his true soul mate at a great cost.

We all miss her dearly that’s true.

She has more mourners than a few.

Mourning a loved one never ends.

And sometimes there’s no time to make amends.

Life goes on as it must.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.


Tessa – 

Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses

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