My son went to live with God 5 years ago on Thursday.
Every year my sister sends me flowers to honor the day…
The shape of love
is as gentle as
a rose
in full bloom,
it is translucent moonlight
in a darkened room…
Love is a fragrance
felt on the skin,
a secret dwelling place
that resides within…
it’s all our dreams
consenting
to be known…
It’s the joy of sensing
that we’re never alone…
It’s the kind of magic
that renews our faith,
it’s a warm feeling
where gratitude bathes…
©AllysoAlly2022
AllysoAlly 
beautifully penned, Ally. ❤
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When we return to love all is okay. Thank you Ally 🙏💖💐
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Yes definitely!
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And your expression is a kindness to your memories.
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