IT DOESN'T HURT ANYMORE

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It doesn't hurt anymore

to see your face in nature.

Mourning is a form of love

and I'll love you till the end of time. 


I was afraid of forgetting you

the personality traits you had

as well as your every kind deed

and jokes you toss around to us

but instead, I remember every detail. 


It doesn't hurt anymore

to hear your voice through my siblings.

You were the kindest soul

and I'll admire you till the end of time. 


You fought for your young life

taking each day as it was

you didn't curse God for

making you gasp for air

because you knew you'd rest. 


It doesn't hurt anymore

to feel your heart through our parents.

You wanted to do your best

and I'll miss you till the end of time. 


You wanted to be gone

feeling like your efforts 

didn't add up to life's goal

not seeing how wonderfully

your example played out for us.


It doesn't hurt anymore

to touch your spirit in God.

This loss is a gift from Him

and I'll praise you till the end of time. 


I know you're with God right now

learning everything you didn't before

studying life through His eyes

being grateful for having the time

to cheer on all the wins we'd have. 

.  .  .


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A/N: Okay, I have nothing else to say except that July is almost gone and I'm afraid I haven't had enough picnics this summer and I desperately need to change that, or... I'd be very disappointed once the season changes and fall's coming through. Not that I can't do them in fall, but summer has a different feeling in that sense. So... let's go on a picnic!?

PS! The poem is about my late brother, it's his birthday today and I wanted to use my never-ending love for him in my writing, as always. 

With love,

M. 

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