Monday, January 9, 2012


The days between the days
When I come home
I miss her.  The way her presence welcomed a room
And her smile comforted a silence.
We talked finances, my wanderings and longings;
She listened, baked and soaked up the energy that radiated between us.
I have graduated into a young woman
Because she showed me how.
And all I want to do now is
Say, thank you -
Hug her, hold her and love her.
Thank you.

{Written by: Andrea Currie}

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