You visit my grave less frequently now,
I see you smiling more often.
It took you many years to be able to sit at my grave and not weep,
But I’m glad you finally did.
You put my favourite flowers near my epitaph,
And sing our go-to song.
You tell me about all your struggles,
And even though I already know them,
I listen to you patiently and caress your forehead.
How I wish I could have told you
That I see you, every day, and
Of how proud I am of you
You grew up without me,
Yet I see so much of myself in you.
I know how many times you’ve cried
Yourself to sleep, and how alone you’ve been without me.
I listen to your failures
And regrets.
And yet how you try again.
I am glad you raised yourself on your own
You visit my grave less frequently now,
Not because you don’t love me anymore,
But because you’ve finally begun loving yourself too.
Yours always,
From the other side.
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