Is that you? In the wind?

Mommy, 
I like to think that sometimes you are the wind

Or there’s a machine to control the wind 

and you get a turn.

When my toes are in the sand & a rush hits my shoulders, I think of you.

When I feel the wind on my cheek, I think of you.

When a gust wraps its arms around me in the street, I think of you.

You’re always there: watching & guiding & whispering.

I quiet the world,I can hear you. 

I hear you in breath, I feel you in a breeze.

You’re love is a guiding wind.

It grew so great that you had to leave

so you could be everywhere.

Everlasting, Eternal air.

A Memorial Day poem

When I think of you and I cannot call,

a mournfulness envelopes me,

but I don’t feel small.

It’s because of you that I do not hide.

Safe in this space; in shining armor,

you’re our knight.

when life pushed, you pushed back harder.

We remember you: the light & the darker

You deserve all love & honor.

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Happy Memorial Day!