NO MATTER.

A FATHER TALKS TO HIS DEAD SON.

No matter
how much
I open
my arms wide;
you're not inside.

I cannot hold
you again,
cannot feel
the hold of you,
no matter
what I imagine
or believe, or do.

Cannot weigh
the sadness
or explain
how I grieve.

I think on
the you,
the you
that used to be,
the younger,
older, son,
child, man,
you,
I cannot see.

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[Kelly Scheppers]

I flew home for my sister's funeral, and returned with a bottle of her cologne, which I still have, to remember the scent of her. It was a full bottle, and I know that one day, it will be empty, and no longer will house a memory for me. But the impression of my sister will always be in my heart...there is nothing that can take that away!

Hold on, Terry!


My best,
Kelly

[Terry Collett]

You write fondly of you late sister and I am glad of that. Her memory will last as long as you are able to remember per se.Thank you, for your comments.