sister dies

I do not just see two sisters bonding
I see the space where you should be

The world is so full of love.
Love fills the sky.
Love is spread all over the ground.
Music is love in the search of a word.
Love hides under the smallest leaf.
Love worms its way up the tallest mountain.
Love blooms even in the driest seasons.
It lights up the darkest hearts.
And it helps me survive without you.

Love helps us survive without you
Our beautiful Matilda Mae

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3 thoughts on “Love

  1. I saw the space, and I figured you had seen it too. I see that space in most of our photos, it’s a space I hate but one I almost find ever so slightly comforting now, I don’t know what I would do if there was no space.

    Beautiful girls, all three of them. A gorgeous trio of sisters xxxxxx

  2. Jennie I have read your blog for such a long time. I’m so sorry that I never commented on any of your posts about Matilda Mae but I didn’t know what to say. My little girl is the same age as Matilda Mae would be now, it never felt right to introduce myself to you, I didn’t want to upset you. But I have never stopped thinking about you and what you must be going through without her. I still don’t know what to say, other than that I admire you and think of you and your beautiful family every day. Both of your girls will always remember that they have another sister, their beautiful angel in the sky.xx

  3. Beautiful words. I saw another touching poem today on Facebook – in case you have not seen it…xxxx

    “My Mom Lies”

    My Mom, she tells a lot of lies.
    She never did before.
    From now until the day she dies,
    she’ll tell a whole lot more.

    Ask my Mom how she is,
    and because she can’t explain,
    She will tell a little lie
    because she can’t describe the pain.

    Ask my Mom how she is,
    She’ll say, “I’m alright”.
    If that’s the truth, then tell me,
    why does she cry each night?

    Ask my Mom how she is,
    She seems to cope so well.
    She didn’t have a choice you see
    nor the strength to yell.

    Ask my Mom how she is,
    “I’m fine, I’m well, I’m coping”.
    For God’s sake Mom, just tell the truth
    just say your heart is broken.

    She’ll love me all her life,
    I loved her all of mine.
    But if you ask her how she is,
    she’ll lie and say she’s fine.

    I am here in Heaven.
    I cannot hug from here.
    So If she lies to you don’t listen,
    hug her and hold her near.

    On the day we meet again,
    I’ll smile and I’ll be bold.
    I’ll say, “You’re lucky to get in here, Mom,
    With all the lies you told!”

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