12/29/2021
30 years without you today.
10 years together is all we got.
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(Before I share this poem I wrote today, can we talk about this from the 70s my mom is sitting in!?! 😍)
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Like the full moon cascading
a shadow on the grass.
My memories of you are blurry,
feeling the undefined past.
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I wait for the sun to see if a new day will bring you back.
But It does nothing like that.
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The shadows fade over time.
But then I feel the wind,
and I know your spirit is with mine.
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Flashbacks of time reveal a little girl
who stood strong to bury you
- her mother -
placing flowers over your grave
from so many loved others.
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Time passes. She must carry on.
Walking in your shoes,
in legacy and bond.
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She goes back to that site
many moons later…at night.
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Your grandchildren in hand.
How could she ever explain your love
that once graced this land?
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She recalls a story you told once
of that bright light called Moon.
To find you anywhere,
this shine is our clue.
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Just look UP she shares.
Wherever we are.
No matter how old, worn or far…
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Our hearts are connected
by the light of said Moon.
The same one that made
the shadows feel so gloom.
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I look down at my children,
their eyes fixed with wonder above.
And I finally had found the words
to share of her great love.
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You see, death and grief know no end.
For the cycle of loss
is really hard to mend.
Oh but when I hold that hand
of my Bear and Sunny,
I’m reminded your bright light
has always been with me,
not just at night.
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That new day is here.
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To my mother: Glenda Jean Bandy
11/30/1948 - 12/28/1991
Missing you always and extra today.
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For anyone feeling grief this holiday season, I pray you can look UP.
And DM me if you feel down. 🙏🏻
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