Feb 7 2017

the ones who make us
smile stay with us

if i could choose a memory
to hold in my pocket
it would be that chuckle
the little grin
those mischievous eyes
that always spoke of spirit

and i know
you are here
today
in this room

i know
because the echo
of your heart
has not faded

i know
i need only
just to stop
and to listen

and i will hear

tiny butterfly wings
of flutter and grace

fragile and tenacious all at once

weaving tales of love
and remembrance
into the very air

i breathe you in, i let you go

i breathe you in, i let you go

you’re always there
always there

floating

on the iridescent color
of laughter

 

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yesterday we said goodbye to my aunt, my mother’s twin.
this was written as a tribute for my mom to read at the service.
you will be missed anut pat.
(an intentional misspelling that was part of our relationship)
may you be at peace.

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