no more
sunbeams dancing with laughter
sticky hands and new adventures
no more
mornings running away with the echo of tiny feet
a new year for the first time
no more
bundling up coats and gifts
the worst time of year
no more
picking flowers for little noses
games, problems, stories, hugs
never again
anything at all
good or bad
memories both nourish and devour
after mount everest nothing seems hard
or worthwhile
missing
days climb up to the end in the clouds
i was never good at chutes and latters
missing
past, present, future
beginnings, middles, ends
time itself dissolves into nothingness
missing
them
missing
life
missing
everything