May 2

The occupied space

deep in the caverns of my heart.

Rhythms swell at the base.

Hidden are the sorrows

patiently waiting for your return.

Circling your way through every system of my body.

My blood carries you where I need you.

Still, nourishing me dispensing courage and

strength to every fiber and cell of my being.

A lit candle shedding light

breathing warmth.

Unaware, until consciousness returns.

Once again, I recognize you.

We are one now. Your laugh echoes vibrations,

moving the muscles of my cheeks,

forming shy smiles like cherry blossoms.

Suddenly, your gentle touch is allowed to emerge bursting through my skin while we embrace,

hugging like two koala’s then, as you vanish I find comfort knowing it is time to return to your occupied space.

This poem was written for my Aunt Mimi’s 70th Birthday. Although the anniversary of her death is May 23rd, our family came together to remember her on her birthday. She loved parties and always was dressed so fashionably. Mimi was a nurse and working as an administrator in a nursing home at the time of her passing. I can’t help but feel grateful she is in Heaven during this peculiar time I choose to call “the year of corona” because of her passion and love for all her residents, I know her heart would be broken for the suffering. I continually want to pick up the phone and call her with all my questions about covid19. Even if she didn’t have the answer she would always have the right words to say to comfort me, ease my pain, and calm my fear.

”Sweet baby girl it’s going to be alright” I can hear her voice as I write this post.

Isaiah 65:17 “Behold, I will create new heavens and a new earth. The former things will not be remembered, nor will they come to mind.“