The photo can be anything you want it to be: a country field, a loved dog or a cat; a loved person in your life. It doesn’t really matter because any image will do. Pull one out that you hold in your heart. And, let my words speak for whatever loss you feel today.
She pulls the night around her
Like one of the hand stitched quilts
Her grandmother made.
Sweeping across oak-pegged floors,
Its train hobbles her stride.
There wasn’t enough time to say good-bye.
Now, in the awkward stillness,
We bump into empty spaces,
Wordlessly measuring the gaps. – Kathy Porter [gplus count="true" size="Medium" ]