GoDogGoCafe.com Tuesday Writing Prompt–Today’s prompt: End a piece of prose or poetry with the phrase “I miss you”
Grandma, Mom use to tell me stories Of memories she has with you. Many of those stories Were toward the end of your life. They often left me wondering What your life must have been like Before the cancer set in. Many others have told me what a wonderful And beautiful soul you were. I believe that, Even though it leaves a lot up To the imagination. Curiosity of your laughter, Your quick witted responses, Or your compassion for others Chase me around like day dreams. What must you have been like In your quiet moments when the world was still And your thoughts had room to dance Around in your head? I imagine you were full of lofty ideas, Like myself. Like mom. Your memoirs sit on my desk. Your words remind me of myself. But they also remind me of my mother And at times, my sister. They make me feel connected To a woman I never got to know, Being only six months old When it was your time to go. Tears come so easily Reading the words of a woman full of pain at the end of her life with nothing left to gain. Your last entry hits the hardest, written only days before your last breath. How incredibly powerful those few lines are to me having never known your smile, Your voice, Your laughter, Or your touch, But feeling your pain with ease. My only life line to you Has extended across the barrier of life and death. I have wanted to know you All these years, Like there is a piece of me missing. An irreplaceable love That I can never share with another person Nor can I will feel in another way. Despite only knowing you through photographs And the way your “W” curves at the end, There’s really only one way to express how I feel. I miss you. Cassie C Redfearn
The Things Inside of Me 