The thumb and four fingers
Are all that I really have left of you.
Just a glance towards the glass
Brings back the happy memories of you
Standing,
Pointing out the window and saying
"Wow!"At whatever you may see
out there. Now,Now that is all I have left.
The photos, the memories, the videos, but
The window pane with your little hand print
Is all I truly have. The only physical memory of you
That I can touch, and touch you again and again.
Laughing,
You looked at me with one hand on the glass
After you turned away from the Enourmous Earth
That you discovered.
The sun will set and stars will glimmer
And the moonlight will tickle your hand.
That spot will never vanish, never be cleaned.
I stare at that point and put my hand next to yours
Crying,
Bowing my head, chest throbbing
As I stumble to see the world as you did
And let a somber "wow," escape my lips.
*Miss you Branden*
Dad
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