(A poem for my grandmothers.)
I won't let you go. Signs are subtle, but enough for me to believe you're squeezing my doubtful stance.
Gentle whispers, dream visits, caught in a familiar aroma, magic occurs words cannot contain.
Stay with me. Your closeness comes to me, goosebumps rise, I cannot see and yet I cry.
I hold onto you by the strings of my memories, I share tears with your ethereal estuary.
My aching space of loss fills, a sore tease soothes the void, I think to say goodbye but you wake me.
Your subtle signs is enough to know I'm carried in your basket of thoughts and held by your untethered surprises.
~ H a y t h a m
T r u e h e a r t
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Haytham Trueheart
An ordinary human who writes poems about his life and the world around him.
Based in Magandjin (Brisbane, Aus).
Torres Strait Islander, Kiwai & Anglo-Aussie.
Biji Kurdistan! Aboriginal Land.
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This is breathtakingly beautiful- so much emotion, I can feel them near you, holding you and sending g you love and protection.