My heart was beating; my nerves were shot
My stuff was finally coming – I’ve waited a whole lot.
Almost 7 months later, I couldn’t wait
After so much unnecessary and constant debate.
I couldn’t wait to see my things again,
The boxes finally arrived, but then…
Empty shoeboxes, crushed dishes,
Crumpled paper towels, shattered wishes.
Dusty Tupperware, meaningless things
Wondered how I ever wore those rings.
None of the things I wanted were there,
Not one item of silver or crystal – how unfair.
I will never see my Grandmother’s dishes again,
I will never hold my silver lighter in my hands when I light candles.
I will never be able to put money into the tzedakah box from my friends.
I will never be able to look at the beautiful things I once had.
The list can continue but why bother?
It shouldn’t matter when I have my mother and father.
It shouldn’t matter when I have my sisters and brothers,
My grandparents, aunts, uncles and so many others.
Cousins, friends, people who love me,
Those who are happy that he set me free.
For it’s the things that matter, the ones that will remain.
Those who have been there for me throughout all of my pain.
Items will always come and go,
But at the end of the day…..I have more to show.
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2 comments:
You missed something. You missed out the precious middos he enabled you to perfect, the stregth he has made u build up and more sensitive, stronger and better you that has emerged on the other side that he will miss out getting to know. His big loss!
OKAYY..I have a thing or two to say about him but I won't. I just need to tell you that I admire your absolute strength and good attitude. You amaze me time and time again. May you be zoche to only happiness, only goodness from here on. May life be a bowl of cherries and full of sunshine and laughter.
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