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Will my Christmas card reach you this year?
Will the words I write
spiral up into the sky,
flutter like birds
to be caught in your outstretched hands?
Will the love I feel for you
compress itself into a ball of energy,
an orb of emotion,
with Heaven as its destination?
Can you see what is happening,
how many are grieving,
your spirit having left
such a gaping hole in our lives?
Does time mean anything to you now,
or is a clock just a memory from your past life?
I send you a card every day in my head,
a letter of love,
of loss.
You will stay on my Christmas card list.
My unreachable inspiration,
my reminder to live life to the full.
I just won’t need a stamp any more.
© www.mypastmademe.com 2011
Truly lovely. We each have our different grieving rituals, don’t we? Among mine is the habit of keeping people in my address book after they die. I don’t want to erase them.
Thank you. Yes … I was looking through my list and when I saw my Grandmother on it I just burst into tears … the grief comes in waves. I found I couldn’t touch it, other than to draw a heart next to her name. My address book will remain unchanged. Um, cards as yet unposted if you’re wondering! lol 🙂
Beautiful poem
Thank you so much 🙂