You are gone from me in one form,
but always with me in another. Without being able to see and touch and care for
you, my life has been rearranged.
I open my eyes and see a view of
the world that is new to me. It still sparkles and even has new wonders. Things
I passed by thousands of times now hold me fascinated.
I hear you whisper in my ear,
asking, “Do you like your new gazing ball? It’s my gift to you.”
“I was used to working hard to find the hidden
beauty in the old one. I got very good at that.” I swallow hard and say, “But because
you gave so much for me to have this, I know I’ll enjoy your special gift.”
4 comments:
I love the idea of pairing flash fiction with photos :) coolness!
The photos add a nice twist on the work. Thanks for stopping by, Maryellen!
'Seeking a Tribe' there on the right hand side looked so intriguing, I had to swing by amazon & purchase it. I have a huge to-read list on my kindle, though. :( Gotta keep 'em in line, too, or I get all messed up w/ scheduled blog tours / reviews!
Looking forward to it.
Thanks lots, Terri! My to-be-read list is scary too.
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