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This is for you, Dee….

Beside the bed, her sneakers lay
There are no feet in them, today
Leggings and blouses, tucked away
Never again to be worn

Earrings and bracelets, laid aside
Into their boxes, to safely abide
Worn with elegance, flair, and pride
No longer do they adorn

Photos, in an album, bent
Pictures of the one who meant
So very much, is now absent
Leaving her family, forlorn

Little reminders, around us dance
To catch a glimpse, perhaps, perchance
Of her spirit, one last glance
She would not want us to mourn

Instead, to remember a giving heart
A lover of opera, and collectible art
The happier times, of which we were part
For into her world, we were born


Authors Note: The picture above, from left to right is, my Aunt Dee, my Nana, my Mom, and that’s me in the front, taken mid to late 60’s.  I grew up with Dee, as we are only 10 years apart, and because of that, I considered her my sister, but I am an only child.  We shared each other’s mother, my Mom raising Dee, my Nana raising me.  It was a strong bond between four females that remains today.  I wrote this while thinking of all the good times Dee & I had as kids, and how close we are today, because of Rose and Madalyn.  I know my Mom would want us to celebrate her life, and not to mourn, for into her world, we were lovingly born.  ❤