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19 October 2015
11:30 AM | Posted by Esther Spurrill-Jones | | Edit Post
Today's prompt suggests that we write a poem where each line starts with "Dear [name]" and speaks to some significant love. I decided to use only those I have lost to death.
I remember sitting on the stairs with you,
slowly hitching ourselves up or down one step at a time.
You made a child believe it was a game
though you were too sick to walk up and down normally.
you were my favourite singer.
My head is still full of your songs.
thank you for bending your thumb backwards to make me laugh when I was a child.
You didn’t talk much, but I always knew you loved me.
I miss the way you would sleep on my pillow and purr.
You were my baby.
how can I ever thank you for everything you did for me?
I will never stop missing you.