It's been a little while since I shared something here, and it's been even longer still since I shared some poetry. However, it's a particularly important day for me and my family, and it's also the time of year where in among tinsel and sparkle, we can't help but think of the people who should be here but aren't. So, to that end, here's a little poem from me: Anniversary offerings We bring you flowers, talk about plans for Christmas and New Year, still bitter that you can’t be a part of them. We bring tools from the shed – they were in the garage but mum’s gone on one of her sprees; you know how she gets. We bring a Santa Claus figure; the Church says we can’t put things on the grave but we don’t mind being condemned. We bring soft sentiments, take turns telling you that you are missed, loved, still important. It’s our family’s saddest duet. We bring stories that we’ve lived and ones we imagine you would have lived, if th...
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