Grief

In the shadow I see a woman lurking and weeping. She lost her child and comes to this spot to be closer to him. Somewhere she believes a piece of him was left here. His sister clames he lives in his favorite bottle of whiskey where she drowns herself every day just to take the pain away. His wife believes he lives on in their two children. The older they get the more they look like him. His children believe he is always with them, in the tree house he built for them when they were younger, in the car he was fixing, on the tree branch chirping at them letting them know he's there. They know his love lives within them all. Because he loved them, when he went he left his love for them to have and cherish.