I thought of you today my sisters...
And tears filled my eyes,
Long, streaming tears that fill up buckets in the lap over the sides and splash onto the tips of my fingers,
as I reach to swipe the corners of my eyes,
and a salty droplet touches my lips, reminding me of my own fragile mortality.
Reminders come in waves, either chilling me to the bone or warming me up like a childishly sweet cup of warm cocoa that would never dare to burn your lips.
Moistened eyelashes straighten themselves out and blink away their reminiscences of yesterday's Conversations and heart-rending memories.
Blithe spirits sway to and fro, ever hopeful at the possibilities of being called out by name and sending a sparkle of starlight in their direction, easing their journey past the Milky Way and the timeless edges of the universe.
Don't pack your bags yet they say…
Relinquishing your mortality with grace; whether expected or shockingly sudden, the whys and wherefores of your integumentary shawl are mysteriously hidden,
Just out of grasp it seems.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 5:57 PM UTC
I thought of you today my sisters...
And tears filled my eyes,
Long, streaming tears that fill up buckets in the lap over the sides and splash onto the tips of my fingers,
as I reach to swipe the corners of my eyes,
and a salty droplet touches my lips, reminding me of my own fragile mortality.
Reminders come in waves, either chilling me to the bone or warming me up like a childishly sweet cup of warm cocoa that would never dare to burn your lips.
Moistened eyelashes straighten themselves out and blink away their reminiscences of yesterday's Conversations and heart-rending memories.
Blithe spirits sway to and fro, ever hopeful at the possibilities of being called out by name and sending a sparkle of starlight in their direction, easing their journey past the Milky Way and the timeless edges of the universe.
Don't pack your bags yet they say…
Relinquishing your mortality with grace; whether expected or shockingly sudden, the whys and wherefores of your integumentary shawl are mysteriously hidden,
Just out of grasp it seems.
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