
[Originally posted on May 26, 2022, and reposted today for Fandango’s Flashback Friday.]
Every day I miss you more,
As if you’d left just hours before,
Your voice still green in my mind.
But silly movies make me cry,
And loss lingers close behind—
I touch it like a purpled bruise;
I just can’t shake these blues.
Every day I miss you more.
Pain hasn’t passed with time,
For as the years roll on I find
Your face comes in sharper focus,
And memories are turning golden.
Grey days blur into each other
Like a monochromic watercolor.
Every day I miss you more.
~*~
©️2022 Paula Light and Light Motifs II. No unauthorized use permitted.
Written for the Skeptic’s Kaddish W3-4 and the Wednesday Challenge.
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Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem.
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My pleasure. I keep her memory fresh in my mind 💗
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So heartfelt. 😥
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Thank you 💗
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Bless you and your lovely memories.
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Thank you so much, Marleen ❤️
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Hugs Paula.
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You’re welcome 🌺
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Beautiful poem, they say time is a big healer, but sometimes it isn’t.
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Truth 💙
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Beautiful ❤️🤗
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Thank you ❤️
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Beautiful tribute. They say “time heals all wounds”, but I think it’s more complicated than that.
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Indeed it is 🩷
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Beautiful photo, and a lovely poem for her. ❤
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Loved this then, and now Paula. Mum’s are very precious.
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Thank you. They are 💗
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Tender and moving. ❤️
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Thanks Punam 🥰
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