by
Angie Westermann
A chill is in the air.
I have felt it now for
a week.
The way the wind blows,
The way the wind smells.
It is you all around me
Silently you left 2 years
ago
I smell you in the Breath
Buster dog bones
I smell you in my Outrageous
shampoo
Melting Moments cookies,
bubbling
Such strange reminders.
Dx Ball your daddy played
for hours.
I listened
Sleeping on the couch
Thinking …
Did this really happen?
All of this has become
my ritual
As if I am calling out
to your spirit
Come to your mama
Nurture her little spirit
baby
Come to me
Firetrucks remind me
You would have loved them.
Perhaps you do now
In the spirit world
"wook daddy, truck"
Pumpkins, witches, scary
things
That go bump in the night
My little Halloween Baby
Smelling the fall scents
All is you
To my little spirit
baby who continually nurtures
his mama.
Our love transcends everything,
even death.
Sending you sweet kisses.
Visit me in my dreams sweet
one.
~Mama
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