I wanted her to know that my daughter was loved by you.
That she is still the same seven and a half year old,
but she is missing a great love.
Her teacher smiled and welled up,
she said 34 is oh, so young!
Imagine if I had told her how you sat cross legged on the floor and played Polly pockets with my girls.
How you noticed things about each one of them and made them feel special.
How when you came to visit you unpacked the most thoughtful gifts,
wrapped with love and little notes.
Imagine if I told her how deeply we miss you.
How we have sadness shared between us.
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