Post Office

Just Beyond Your Touch

Just beyond your touch
I can almost hear you
in the whisper of the breeze,
as it gently comes and touches my tear stained face

I just want to hold you in my arms
Keep you whole, alive, and safe

written by Lisa Wier, in memory of her son, James

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By tearsandtantrums Posted in grief

5 comments on “Post Office

  1. Your skill with the camera is remarkable. It is a beautiful post as well. As I've grown, I've come to appreciate poetry so much more.

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