"The poems in this collection," as Schulman notes in her introduction, "sing of grief as they praise life." She notes, "As any bereaved survivor knows, there is no consolation. 'Time doesn't heal grief; it emphasizes it, ' wrote Marianne Moore. The loss of a loved one never leaves us. We don't want it to. In grief, one remembers the beloved. But running beside it, parallel to it, is the joy of existence, the love that causes pain of loss, the loss that enlarges us with the wonder of existence."