Poem -
Mourning
I thought
my time
For mourningĀ
Had ended
Yet hearing
An old voice-mailĀ
Of yoursĀ
Today
Made me
Realize
It had
Only just
Begun
Time CarriesĀ
the breeze
But wind chimes
reminds
Us itĀ
Is still
there
residue
Of
You
Remains
In
My thoughts
My soul
My voice
My Ink
Replicates
Your
DNA
Dad
My love
For
You
Is infinite ā¾
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Comments
After my mum died, for a long while after, I was always shocked at how the seemingly little things were the biggest. It was the little things that hit the hardest. This is the kind of thing that I get from this poem and I can relate to this all too easily. Hugs my friend x
Yes...a zillion hugs to you x