Many times my heart turn back to see you.Knowing you too travel the way of all mortals.That journey we all will undertake, where no one knows a return.
When the daily reminders, unwilling to let go...How can I help not to hope.
Maybe,if I search those familiar rooms, those loved spaces to conjure, with the ways of sadness, whether there were doubts, and questions that you'd rather stay on in life, for our sakes... Myself,your daughter, your youngest son? your sister? Especially, your oldest son, how would he fare alone? Without your guidance? That untenable sense you'll wake up next day...I now search for you a friend, with a heart and a mind that turn back,willing to see and remember, from the one room to the other... of what was your home.
The sitting-room, that with a touch of olive colour and ruby red...A section of this, close to the fireplace, which had the tiny wood elf and elfin.Lending old tradition, especially at Xmas times... when all the other decorations are put in place.
Here is the coffee table and chairs.In the old times, a likely place to find you... You are not there.
(in memory of the grandmother to my children.Died recently at the age of 95years.)
©jad
J