Serenity's face is fading from my memory.
I try to hold on to the details. To the overall.
It slips away still.
I try to hold in my mind the differences between the sisters.
But those distinctions are illusive to me.
Bea fills my heart and my time, yet thoughts of Serenity remain. I miss her more and more, never less.
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I wish you all peace, love and goodness this day. And remember, you are all goodness.
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