You would have been 15, this coming December
Lost to natural things beyond my control
I hated myself so much that day I was called
I was to blame, she said
She, who was to be your mother
I dreamed of you often
Before and since
Your hair, straight and raven like your mothers
Cheeks full and soft
A smile that could melt the coldest of hearts
Your eyes; dark with lashes as long as mine
It’s been years since I dreamed of you last
Though you are never far from my thoughts
Every once in awhile
You’ll visit
As if to remind me
As if I’d ever forget
You
I know the feeling. Its easier to take comfort in the knowing that this person is truly in a much better place. What’s amazing is that its actually true. 🙂
I found solace in that thought. It eased the process, though I often became overwhelmed if I dwelled too long.