For Leah Scully, October 31, 1930 – October 27, 2014
knowing one will be your last
I am standing instead in a room of light
the sounds of your laughter
your fingers holding my hand
You are the bright eyes of the world
Your room larger than words could hold
Your heart beats for us all.
I am standing instead in a sound of silence
the breaths coming in
one more breath
and then one less
as the space between is counted.
Your life is flooding me with memories
and I am once again the little girl
skipping through the snow to find your glove
Sitting in your car with a bag of books
freshly borrowed from the library
We are sharing stories
each one whether written or spoken
and you will live forever
through our words of love.