Subtle Signs

(A poem for my grandmothers.)

I won't let you go. Signs are subtle, but enough for me to believe you're squeezing my doubtful stance.

Gentle whispers, dream visits, caught in a familiar aroma, magic occurs words cannot contain.

Stay with me. Your closeness comes to me, goosebumps rise, I cannot see and yet I cry.

I hold onto you by the strings of my memories, I share tears with your ethereal estuary.

My aching space of loss fills, a sore tease soothes the void, I think to say goodbye but you wake me.

Your subtle signs is enough to know I'm carried in your basket of thoughts and held by your untethered surprises.

~ H a y t h a m

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