Exceptional Cradling Grandson Memory Sundowns by amada

Grief goes to the straight light of further along. No reversals in time, no resurrections--no miracles. Can't go back to what it was--there are no no fairy tales. Barely breathing in at sundown... Time to travel to the past and reconstruct: unbearable Time to cross the future line and revise life: unreal. Totality of loss is dark, cold, eternal... Piercing surly sorrow. Barely breathing in at sundown... My porch, a sun place to guard memories As fresh radiance filters from a ray of slow sunshine And a swift sound comes straight into my inner ear-- The one linking my heart to the throbbing in my throat As I hear a whisper in his unique childlike, grown-up voice: "Grandma, be still... slow down, sniff in these sunsets And you will find me. " And the last reflection of daylight Glances off the yellow marigold crown. Breathing in at sundown... Recognized Author Notes In memory of my grandson, Anthony. RIP Reviewed 12/22/19.

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