Crisp air flooding my lungs. Ice in the air.. Amazement in my soul. A simple night that led to beauty. Again. At 33. Just to see the scarlet kiss the clouds. The pale blue spills watercolors across the sky. The mist blankets the urban landscape in purity. It sets me free. Like a child. Even though my child sleeps Under warm covers In thermal bliss. I am once Again A Gypsy. With unclipped wings. And I am once again grounded. And I am once again thankful. I am once again more than tears. From your loss, For our loss. From your missed absence in our life. I am once again thankful that you were a part of me That you were a part of us That you always will be With the heavens That sadness will not be your legacy That our tears will not define who you were Our hearts will always know what was That joy will overcome the darkness We are once again breathing life. And through your families laughter Through our daughters smile You will live Within all who love you.
I am going to bed now. If you like the poem please comment, it was written for my husband who lost his mother four weeks ago. No, this isn't pressure. LOL. I would like to save some of the comments in a folder for him to read later. Thanks again! I am off to take a nice hot shower and hit the flannel sheets. Sweet dreams!
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