You were here yesterday
And this morning.
How can you be just
Gone?
In the time it takes
To blink, or breathe
Or turn to look,
You left.
Now, there is endless time
To weep, to rage,
To question, and yet
Go on.
I don’t know how to be
Here without you.
How can you be just
Gone?
©2020 Joanne Van Leerdam
Dedicated to the brother of my brother, who was much loved and is deeply missed.
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Could you consider using this photo?
It’s perfect for that.
Also, mom plans on not only using the pic of the poem, but having it blown-up, and printed on bristol board, then using it as an end-point in his “memorial” tent. Just FYI.
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I absolutely will. 🙂
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Wow. I’m so glad she loved the poem.
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Thank you. 🙂 She most definitely did.
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