Movement For Mia

Not the past

I will never hold her hand in mine again.

She will never feel sand between her toes or grass beneath her feet.

She will probably never play the piano (but I can’t either).

I have focused on the things she has lost.

This is the past.  Let’s live in the now.

I hear her laugh everyday.

She tells me she loves me everyday.

She plays and has fun everyday.

She cuddles me all the time.

She tells me I look nice.

She smiles and embodies life.





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