her memory will walk around with me for years
and remind me of how difficult things can become
I'll remember her in painter's light hitting the world
the lingering smell of woodsmoke after a fire
and her easy laugh about it all
We come to agreement with life's tragedy
it bleeds away a drip at a time not faster
drip you are more alone
drip you are less strong
you lose your surety and color
but you move on.
touching mister faith....
ReplyDeleteyour words always take me to a place i need to visit more often ;-)