The day you were born was the day the sky changed from a winter sky into a spring sky. We buried you today, the day the spring winds came. The grass was half green, the trees hinting of pollen. I imagine myself as a wrinkled old woman, still wearing your golden ring around my neck. Dozens of springs lie ahead of me. Thousands of days... I will long to hold you and kiss your sweet cheek each and every one of them. Like the world in winter, seemingly dead, you lie dormant. But I know you live. I know we will be together again. I know you're looking down on us, my sweet angel. I miss you. I love you.
Love,
Your Mama
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