It has begun
The month of history and memories
To celebrate a woman that will never meet my children
What a loss for them
My tears of sorrow and grief highlight my cheekbones
Covered by flushed cheeks
And I realize your voice is lost to me
Sometimes I close my eyes
And think I hear your whispers
But realize its simply a fragment of a dream I wish to be true
It scares me to think that with each
Year, month, day, and hour
More details of you fade
And I fear I won’t have any love to pass on
To those who were never gifted to know your smile
When I find myself to ill to move
I wish you were there to nurse me
To drive with me through life
With a calm low voice
Warning me of dangers
And patience that mirror only a saint
Although I do not want to join you
Sometimes I wish I could
To see your face and refresh my photographs of my memories
For the coolness of your skin on my lips
Is the last thing I recall
And the first I wish I could forget
The blur of life that continues
One you’re gone loses purpose in this month
But I press on out of dedication to you
And stubbornness to me
