Our aunt; I remember her with big poofy curly hair. I remember her sitting at the dining table watching the clouds roll by. I remember her puzzled gaze when I told her the sun married the ocean. She thought I was simply being childish but as I explained to her how I saw the sun kiss the ocean good night and good morning, her goofy smile returned to its rightful place, her face.
You remember her absence,
the breeze that cooled your skin when her nightgown
brushed by.
To you she was a person in the clouds,
an angel in disguise in this part of town
where no one knew the way yet somehow
she guided me over every rocky mountain.
She was a breathe indeed
of air and space
for according to you she was not real.
But how can she not be when I know what I feel?
Are feelings not real?
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I wrote this as a poem/short story combo because I realize that I have never mixed the two in my writing therefore it was just a fun idea to do. more importantly.... Happy December! I hope the new month is bringing you joy and heaps and heaps of growth and love as you prepare to enter another decade!! Isn't that insane?!?! I feel so old. Leave a comment if you do too!!
~ Have you ever felt as if your feelings were not valid?
What did you do in that situation?
Love you
D.O.
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