Emma looks at how suddenly grief can hit you and just how difficult this realisation of loss can be. A poem about
discovering dominoes in her grandparents’ home months after her grandfather’s death, Emma
explores the onset of emotions as quickly as the grief hits her – as quickly as dominoes falling.
Once more, breath held.
Always the last, mapped out routes to
That first one tipping,
the next, and more, arranged, again and I —
your breathing patterns.