Two Ways We Miss Him

by The Quiet Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

I miss the husband who knew when my silence meant stay. The children miss the father who made pancakes too large for the plates. We speak about the same man from different rooms of love. At dinner, one story becomes another. I learn a joke he told only them. They learn the song he sang only me. Grief does not divide him. It lets us meet more of him together.
70 words · 11 lines · Free Verse
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