In this collection of poems, Kaye's unflinching observations about loss and grief are both beautiful and mighty. 

available from Red bird Chapbooks https://www.redbirdchapbooks.com/content/cartwheels-love-and-loss  

CHOPPING CARROTS

When your child dies,
it changes everything.

Say for example,
you volunteer at a fundraiser,
working in a sunny kitchen with six women, 
hair netted, aprons neatly tied,
and you hear one ask another

Do you have any children?

When your child dies,
it changes everything.

You avoid eye contact, 
clutching the chopping knife,
its sleek black handle, 
snug as a baby in a pouch,
and you pray, please don’t ask.

Do you have any children? 

Six pairs of eyes blaze your way.
You reach into the industrial plastic bag,
grab a fistful of washed carrots,
line them up, heads together,
chop, chop, chop,
the blade moves swiftly, 
knock, knock, knock.

When your child dies,
it changes everything.

No, you say and fling those orange discs
into a common metal bowl. 
They hit the rim with a ding, mingling
with broccoli florets, onion rings, potatoes cubes.