I think of you...
When I make soup. When I water the plants. When I clean the tub.
(cheap shampoo works best)
When I see something you made because you took the time to make beautiful things.
When I wrap a gift. When I un-wrap a gift. Because you gave so many.
When I am angry at my husband for being himself. I remember your wise words:
"I love him. Sometimes I just don't like him very much."
When I dance.
You told me to keep going because you did. I remember you doing a time-step for me.
(who knew you could tap?)
Time steps for all of us.
All over us. Relentlessly.
Wrapped up in memory, circuitous and flimsy; the ribbon ties us in knots.
Un-tied by time. A life un-done by the long goodbye of a cruel disease.
Bound together again here. Now. By all of us.
The beautiful things she made.
So lovingly, unsparingly, and with great precision.
Yours is a deliberate soul made colorful by her passion, creativity, and wit.
Perfect slacks, blouses and demi-heels rapping a solid 4/4 march through my childhood.
Unapologetically demanding respect. Decisive and ambitious.
You taught me fierce.
When I am fierce, I am you.
I am fierce.
I am you.
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