are black and white--
so they say.
There is a small world, hidden and spinning,
that I call my heart.
It has days,
Oh what I wouldn't give to see your trusting smile one more time.
I have a new friend,
and she's a gem--
better behaved than you ever were, at that age--
but I can't help this rocking with my arms around myself, sometimes.
and this silly mama crying
because you are gone and I don't know how to be in this world without you.