I Was the Poetry, You Were the Prose

Credit for this amazing photo goes to Melody Mainville…

You were the laughter
In your sons eyes.

You were the tears
Cried.

You were the two a.m
Best friend
Call
When my heart
Felt like it had been
Torn in two.

I was your California
Sissy,
You always called me
Chickadee.
And I was the
Shoulder
You cried on
Literally.

You were peach ice-cream
And boiled peanut
Memories.

Honestly at times
I felt like a
Complete idiot
I was unlatched trunks
Runaway wheelchairs
Thank God nobody got hurt
Now looking back
I can laugh
Memories.

You were
Never take
Life for granted
Live each day
Like it may be
Your last.