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It will haunt her the favorite pencil tip softened just so... paw pushed it somewhere to a secret spot out of vision, her reach a peice of paper elusive yet there... lodged deep amidst a stack of most important things She does not lose well... Not in terms of games or competition but the things in her life that envelop her world tough n' scrappy beautiful n' tender holding all things dear close to her heart Loss is a place of  deepest contemplation Her memories are vibrant, alive She does not lose well creatures and people that are immersed in her life even one pulled out leaves like a building block A tear A gap A hole in her life She does not forget or minimize the pertinance of freindship love A moment that has touched her heart When it is time for the loss the breaking of her heart can be felt through time space The moment becomes filled With rainbows of light She will bathe in that beam... helps guide them home She trusts in the divine finding there solice amidst the flutterings of her tender, broken heart Grief shrouds her A mystical veil that holds her dearly as the pain becomes bearable she will begin to tell her stories once again ~ Christi Michaels ~ June 2014~
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
she does not lose well
It will haunt her the favorite pencil tip softened just so... paw pushed it somewhere to a secret spot out of vision, her reach a peice of paper elusive yet there... lodged deep amidst a stack of most important things She does not lose well... Not in terms of games or competition but the things in her life that envelop her world tough n' scrappy beautiful n' tender holding all things dear close to her heart Loss is a place of  deepest contemplation Her memories are vibrant, alive She does not lose well creatures and people that are immersed in her life even one pulled out leaves like a building block A tear A gap A hole in her life She does not forget or minimize the pertinance of freindship love A moment that has touched her heart When it is time for the loss the breaking of her heart can be felt through time space The moment becomes filled With rainbows of light She will bathe in that beam... helps guide them home She trusts in the divine finding there solice amidst the flutterings of her tender, broken heart Grief shrouds her A mystical veil that holds her dearly as the pain becomes bearable she will begin to tell her stories once again ~ Christi Michaels ~ June 2014~
In honor of a dear friend, that helped her Mother "Home"
#trust#life#death#loss#patience#magical#loving#hospice#etherial
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ChristiMichaels
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
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