I’m waffle making
and suddenly
the loss of you
is palpable.
Did I ever make you waffles?
Still, your absence at this moment
overwhelms me,
and I fill the emptiness
with tears.
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This brought back memories of Dad, me and my brother doing the 7th Inning stretch at a Mets baseball game in Shea Stadium. Everyone at the game did the “Wave” where we got up and waved our both arms up in the air in a motion that looked like an ocean wave. Bittersweet memories. Shea Stadium was torn down and replaced by a fancy new expensive one.
Even though my Dad passed away May 1995 it still hurts and I still cry. Our Mom died August 1998. My brother and I miss both our parents.
The waves crash, and ebb, year after year.
It’s strange to me that memories of loss are beautiful.
Paradox… 🙂 Thanks for stopping by.