With your deep, dark eyes looking into my small form.
Your hands, used to hard work, touching my spirit
Who knew I would be so much like you?!
You watched me when I toddled around the room gazing for adventure.
Watching as I learned to pick myself up, teaching me.
Scolding me with a rough tone while I fell into fits of giggles when you pretended to be grumpy.
I saw your heart, your love, your spirit.
You were always there for each performance no matter what my role was.
I learned to expect you there.
I eagerly awaited the hug that always followed at the end of a performance.
I loved how your face lit up when it found mine.
I'm not sure when it happened but you always amazed me.
You became my hero.
I wanted to work with wood because you did it.
I wanted to learn about cars because of you.
Now you’re gone.
And I now have broken pieces of my heart that ache after you.
I can't run into those strong arms when the world seems to swallow me whole.
I stand over your grave searching for you, looking for a glimpse of sparkle, but it just seems cold and gray.
Will my life ever be the same?
Life goes on and I look for you everyday.
A smell will take me back to a moment in time with you. A memory.
Your love, your heart will beat once more in mine, joining with my spirit.
Giving me strength to love once more.