no phone call during the holidays, or shopping
trip visit, just you and me, except maybe
that day in Ottawa, you're such a traveller now,
the change in airflow,
the touch of your hand on
my heart reminding me,
you continue, as my companion
in snowfall or rain, in sunshine or shadows,
when I am present
there you are with me,
the calendar a gift from you to me, a tradition, I
knew what the package held, received with anticipation,
the art, the stories, the holidays shared,
a gift of you to me, heritage, culture divergent as we
were, you saw me, see me,
and yet the wall is bare.
gkn 2016
So heavy....a reminder of her absence. And I'm thankful of her presence in your life, and you sharing bits.
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Life is so very changed when someone we love dies....the walls are bare, indeed...such a fitting image of the presence of absence....
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