Wednesday, November 26, 2014

“The Second Year”

Two years  
Cramming days so full     
That exhaustion tumbles me into bed each night   
Drawing old friends into my orbit   
As I spin, spin, spin   
And throw-off grief and loss   
I pull on your fuzzy blue robe   
And snuggle into your warmth   
Memory lets me linger with your laughter   
Takes my hand and leads me to your crooked smile   
Tugs me out of those months of shadow and spills me into sunshine 
I speak of you, your battle, and the years of care  
Without weeping   
Softness swaddles my sadness   
Sorrow defines the second year   
Copyright 2014 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

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