One year and one day later, so many things have changed and will never again be the same. Feelings of gratitude wrestle with unfathomable loss, in this, a season traditionally set aside for celebration. How do we celebrate now? Still working that out.
For my little Angel, Jax. May the wind ever lift you to places of joy and love.
The leaves fall
Cold wind whistles
Buffeting the trees
Crisp, chill air
Closing my eyes
I embrace the breeze
Standing still
So quietly
She whispers to me
Reaching out
Airy traces
Scented memory
How my heart
Whispers your name
Back into the wind
And awaits
Reflection of
Your seraphim grin
Torn away
Interrupted
The perfect pearl
Far too soon
So needed in
An imperfect world
You were here
You left a mark
So hard to measure
Your paint brush
Still spreads color
For all to treasure
Shine your light
My sweet angel
My beautiful friend
Fly on high
Can hardly wait
To see you again