When air smells like spring, I remember announcing you.
When I reach for a baby, oh I remember how much I love you.
When birds take flight, I remember losing you.
When a storm moves in and thunder booms, I remember mourning you.
Tiny and perfect.
Here and then gone.
This is how I remember you.
1 comment:
thank you for sharing your journey. this poem is beautiful and speaks into the depths of life.
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