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I have an eight-year-old child, and I literally can't wrap my mind around the kind of grief that must be felt when you lose a child.

I've never lost a grown-up child, but I have known loss.

When I had to bury my child, I probably didn't start grieving until a year and a half later.

We all had lots of stories of our sad experiences - they mourned the death of my wife with me - but we were hopeful that the children would return.

The first thing I tried to do in the months after losing my mother was to write a poem. I found myself turning to poetry in the way so many people do - to make sense of losses. And I wrote pretty bad poems about it. But it did feel that the poem was the only place that could hold this grief.

I lost my dad when I was younger, and I know what it's like to lose a beloved parent.

The weird thing about grief, for me at least, was when each of my parents died, for a year or two afterwards I was pretty wildly brave - just willing to take life on.

During my grief, I realised there was nothing I could do for my mother, but I did have a child.

I had a daughter and lost her a long while ago. That's too sad a story to go into.

As a child I had dealt with a lot of loss and grief. I was constantly losing my parents, losing my home, constantly moving around, living with this stranger, that stepfather, or whatever.