I miss her
I still call for her. I can still smell her. She always smelled like baby powder even though she got maybe 3 baths a year. I miss how her crooked ear would wave to you as she walked her crooked little walk. I miss the language only we shared together. How we could just look at each other & know that the other was thinking. I miss how she'd get so excited & dance around when it was time for a meal. And most of all I miss how she would always find a way to make me keep on going when all I wanted was to give up.
Kirrah I still need you. Please be with me & help me not drown in this sorrow & find myself & learn to be happy.
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