If i had a minute
I'd hug you close
breathe in your scent
and never let you go

if i had an hour
i'd give it to dad
because three children
bills
and life itself
is too much stress to place
on one mans shoulders

if i had a day
it would go to to the siblings
who adored every aspect of your
snarky, compassionate, motherly love
and who only had the chance to know you
for 8 years too few

but I don't have a minute
an hour
or a day
because 7 years
was so long ago
and that grim december day
still runs through my mind
like a broken record

*"She's Gone"

Darling
I have never seen you so bare
a house so full of life
now sings a silent tune

we broke you in
maybe too hard
one
two
three children later
but you still offered shelter
on those long December nights

tears
fights
screams and worries
you whisked them away
in your soft creaks and groans
leaving nothing left
but comfort and hope

But now
utterly vacant
you stand alone
but believe me when I say
I have never been more proud
to call you my home