Digging through the things
you left.
Paychecks, bills;
it's such a mess.
The sight of your name
still brings tears
to my eyes.
I still don't know what brought you
your demise.
I come across a small yellow paper,
my hands shaking,
I wish I could see straighter.
I slowly read
the words on the page,
and my heart quickly fills with rage.
You shouldn't have left,
you should still be here!
Look what you've done!
I wipe a tear.
The yellow paper still in my hand,
so I decide to read
over it again.
I love you, my dear daughter. And I'll do anything for you.
Wherever I'll be, I'll keep you with me.
I read it again
and again,
and again.
Those sweet gentle words still resting
in my head.
You might not be here with us anymore,
but for some reason
I feel better than before.
Going through the things that my uncle left before he passed away. It is much harder than I thought it would be.
