|| Poetry by Jasper Gauthier ||

The End

with each passing
we re-visit grief
the child, a potential
that was never let to cry
or play with toys
or nurse
from a loving mother
finalized in arguments
and sadness


Jasper Gauthier makes a living as a licensed massagetherapist in Portland, Oregon. She earned her degreein Writing and Literature, then quickly realized itdoesn't pay the bills.