My Dear, Sweet Sarah,<\/p>\n
I remember the day you said goodbye.
\nWith a final pause in the doorway,
\nyou turned to me and smiled.<\/p>\n
We both ignored the tears that filled your eyes.<\/p>\n
“I’ll see you when I get back from Scotland.”
\nAt this point, we knew it was a lie.
\nBut sometimes lies taste better than
\nthe truth, so we let the sweet promise
\nof tomorrow fill the room.<\/p>\n
Countless times I held my daughter’s hand
\nwhile she wept. You boarded planes bound
\nfor places I’d only meet by postcard while
\nwe returned to defrosting peas alone.<\/p>\n
But at this last goodbye, she did not weep.
\nEventually, tears become too gentle
\na language for the blade of grief
\nthat rips your soul in two.<\/p>\n
So don’t cry for me; no salt-stained
\nsheets will cure your hurt.
\nInstead, whenever you hold a lily,
\nlet the sweet scent remind you<\/p>\n
there is always
\nthe promise of tomorrow.<\/p>\n
Yours for eternity,
\nElle<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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