Thinking of You


Eight months

a week

and a day

since

we gathered around you

you drew your last breath

and I leaned against

your frail shoulder,

your still strong hand

holding my knee

and, I am

thinking of you.

Thinking of you as I wake

from dreams that promised

something significant

but I can’t recall upon

waking.

Thinking of you every time I

choose the clothes I will

wear for the day–

remembering your appreciation.

Thinking of you as I

swim daily laps

my prayermeditationinmotion

letting my spirit merge

as my mind sinks

into a hush that is

still alert.

Thinking of you

drinking coffee and recollecting

the many times we sat

hand in hand

watching the birds

skittering as we drank

the perfect cup

content and giddy

with love

laughter bouncing

through the room

and energy

pulsing white

and sunny yellow.

Thinking of you

when I’ve accomplished

something difficult

and feeling you

cheering me on.

And when I am not

thinking of you

in that deep core

of myself

the child who

crawls into the warm

soft lap

and sighs as love wraps her tight

in everlasting strong arms–

then, I am

feeling you.

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