I go to bed to dream of you,
to take away the feeling of your loss,
to lie in the darkness in peace, and think of you.
I don’t dream of you,
awake with first light, hear the birds singing,
imagine it is you, singing in the next world.
The loss returns.
I feel your lovely spirit always with me, wherever I go,
wherever I am. But still, I miss you.
Today I will work on pressing flowers from your funeral,
watch videos about molds and resin, to create momentos
for family members.
It gives me something to do, while I think of you.
cfblack, 7-1-25
Doctor Grandma 
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