<p>on the third morning of mourning, grief sits quietly beside you—no longer loud, but lingering in the corners of a half-empty house. this poem traces the slow unfolding of loss, the tender moments between remembering and letting go, and the quiet hope that begins to breathe again through the cracks.</p>

on the third morning of mourning, grief sits quietly beside you—no longer loud, but lingering in the corners of a half-empty house. this poem traces the slow unfolding of loss, the tender moments between remembering and letting go, and the quiet hope that begins to breathe again through the cracks.

on the third morning of mourning

poetry with mckenzie vlad is a quiet corner of the world where words breathe. in each episode, i share poems written from the heart—about love, loss, longing, healing, and everything in between. whether it’s a whisper to the moon or a letter never sent, these verses are pieces of me, spoken softly for you.

tune in if you need something tender.

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poetry with mckenzie vlad is a quiet corner of the world where words breathe. in each episode, i share poems written from the heart—about love, loss, longing, healing, and everything in between. whether it’s a whisper to the moon or a letter never sent, these verses are pieces of me, spoken softly for you. tune in if you need something tender.

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on the third morning of mourning

on the third morning of mourning