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
Comforted
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
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