on my stomach,
the pillow over my head,
right ear pressed to
the mattress.
i can hear her voice
resonating through the
springs below,
the vibration reducing the
words to nothing more
than a mumble.
the voice,
unmistakable,
but she’s not in
the room.
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Beautiful. I can only assume whom this poem is about, which somehow makes it even more magical. Thank you.
This is beautiful…and confirms what I said in Maddy’s bday post: none of this has been easy and is why your story is so extraordinary….For both Liz and Maddy, you continue to live, continue to dream and continue to love…good for you.
Wishing you peace, love and many blessings…
Stunning…