I missed you
instantly before you
were even gone
always being the one to
look back and you
smiling already
at hope and open
windows
he drew
lungs; two
in perfect
light
of course he knew
that love was
better oxygen
for you
ten thousand years is
a very long chat and after
we will dance and never
run out of anything
as silly
as breath
love is a lung
and what is
death
oh, inhale
drink deeply and
shout
while we are missing you
until
and can only dream
of heaven
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Author:
Heather T (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My Cindy Lou, three years gone. She had scleroderma which resulted in pulmonary fibrosis. She died waiting for a double lung transplant too many miles from home. This poem is about the last day I saw her and a dream our close friend shared before she passed.
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A heart-wrenching tribute to a very brave smile of a dear friend facing the journey to breath-taking otherness waiting to fill "the lungs of love." Your pen outlined caring closeness known only to few and goes to my favourites - thank you for sharing your last day together. xx
Thank you for taking the time to honor her and our last day, dear Fay. She was so brave!
What a great tribute - super work Heather
Grateful, Michael! Thank you
Oh Heather this was so lovely. And now you have made us all love her too!
I appreciate you, Lorna. She was special.
Very good emotive write and tribute to your dear friend, she will always be with you.
Thank you much. She is with me still.
Heather, only a caring, beautiful person like you could have written this kind of loving tribute to your friend. I am not sure how it is on the 'other side', but I can imagine her watching you and giving you a great smile from wherever she is.
She smiled and comforted until the last. Thank you, my friend.
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