It’s been Eighteen and a Half Years

*Gone But Not Forgotten.*

It’s been eighteen and a Half

Years

Since I last

Held her

Hand

Fading

Withered

But beautiful

In every way

A beautiful soul

An angel on loan

And I was blessed

To call her Nonna.

It’s been

Eighty eight

Days since

You lost your

Battle

Over three decades

After the start

Of a cancer battle

There were so

Many ways

I didn’t understand

You

But I hope

You never

Question

The fact that

I love you.

It’s been

Eighty six days

Since you

Lost a battle

With a ravage

Beast

Out to destroy

You

But you

Fought valiantly

Like the warrior

You were

I miss our

Conversations

Your encouragement

Those dreams

We shared

Someday

I’ll write

That screenplay

And it will

Be for you.

Copyright Michelle R Kidwell

March.14.2021