Holding the Frame

I’m sitting here while it’s raining. All of my energy is draining. I’m holding this memory of you in a frame. I wish this were a game. I want to see you now. Eight months is far too long, so foul. You’re happy but I want you here. You mean so much to me dear. You would be so proud of what’s going on. I know the time won’t seem long. Thanks for sending those small dogs. I need more wood and logs. I still love bonfires. Your spirit keeps away the liars. I keep your frame near the door so that’s the first thing people see. The Holidays are here and you’re celebrating gleefully. Stay happy, pain free and joyous. I’ll be there eventually with the rest of us