Sand sifting through fingers
droplets rolling down arms
Is it chills from cold water?
or the surreal feeling of being home
with free time
Kissing Grammy’s flushed cheek
Silk
Smelling of sweet cream and lemongrass
We are a team
faced up against
what seems like
the impossible jigsaw
1,000 pieces, one always missing
Eyes meet eyes in laughter
Decades between us
complete in a moment
She is Iris, fleur-di-lis
Yellow gold core, royalty
extending deep violet petals
a fragrance transcending time
I am nine again
It is sunset, ocean lapping feet
We walk the coast collecting seashells
Not knowing I will drift back here when she is gone
Sand sifting through fingers
– Breelyn
whatiwanttodoeveryday 
O my, Sissy. Got a lump in my throat. You have spent over 30 years in her love.
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32 years and more to go! ❤
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