Her Love November 22, 2019
Posted by findingherforte in poetry, Uncategorized, writing.Tags: death, family, grief, grieving, love, poetry, sadness
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It sounded like laughter
like loud exclamations of love
It sounded like birthday celebrations, every year,
no matter the space between us
Her love was so great that
no distance, not even hundreds of miles
could tame it.
Her love was breakfasts too large
for one visiting grandchild
bacon, eggs, and pancakes piled high
Her love was sharing the quiet
of a sleeping house
and late-night television
with a granddaughter who, also, was a night owl.
Her love isn’t a “was”
Her love IS
It’s in the warmth found
on a cold day
It’s a hug that takes all worries away
It’s in food
made with care
It’s in the act
of just being there.
It’s strong and enduring
and ready to be carried with us
Shared. Passed along.
Do as she would:
live and love fiercely.
As red as the lipstick
left behind from countless kisses,
it will color my heart
for the rest of my life.
I love this more everytime I read it