He was Joy

I’M HOLDING MY BREATH … I DO THAT A LOT NOW

I FIND A MOMENT OF GRACE
BUT IT SLIPS FROM MY GRASP

HE’S PASSED ON…GONE

I WISH I COULD SEE HIS FACE,
HEAR HIS LAUGH, SEE HIM HIDING UNDER THE COVERS,
LISTEN TO HIM THIS TIME

WE SLEPT ON THE COUCH... HIM AT ONE END ME AT THE OTHER
TIME WAS OUR FRIEND

BUT I WAS AWAKE WHEN I SAW THE GRAVES ... PEACEFUL, BEAUTIFUL REALLY... I TURNED TO GET A BETTER VIEW

BUT MY EYES WERE CLOSED..I DIDN’T SEE…
TIME WAS OUR ENEMY
Taylor Dale Christensen...I miss you, mom
mkc