I have memories of her- they dance vividly in my mind The love in her embrace and the warmth of her home Her hugs- a language all their own When I breathe I can still smell the her home: the wafting smell of her cooking, the way she smelled when she hugged us. Welcoming and generous she puts her heart and soul into her family When I blink I can see her smile I can hear her voice, the way her words trembled as she spoke But she was never short in ways of conveying her love Her soft eyes and gentle voice I'll remember her the way she loved The way she moved The way she held my hand Soft and caring. I can still feel her lingering touch. I was never afraid of her letting go But I thought she'd be there to hold it again It may have been selfish in thought To think she'd be here forever But I'll always have my memories There she'll be in my heart and mind In the days I miss her, Though I'll always remember her- I'll picture her with me.
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Ria
An aspiring writer- My first time being a open book.
My poetry is emotionally driven and my short stories are widely inspired. I hope you find something in my collection that tickles your fancy. Thank you.
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