Poetry by CordeliaGrey Oriana Allen. This is a collection of magic, of saltwater, of pain. All of the things that a mother may carry in her pockets, especially bereaved. Poetry, gathered like leaves, pages torn from a romantic tragedy. Stitched together and sent out like a love letter that will never reach the recipient. I will always carry her with me. My daughter, and the woman she made me. This book is for her, and for anyone made to grieve in silence.