She never took it out
on someone else
if she was having a bad day;
that’s character
Her humor was dry
always forgiving with a wry smile
if you took to long
to get the joke
Her laugh was infectious
one of the best historical all time laughs
especially when I did something
really stupid.
She walked about with a grace
a confidence, unaffected
by what others thought
of her.
She did those schizo-woman things
us men will never understand
counting the letters in a sentence on her fingers
to see if they came out even.
I miss her boundless faith in me
that made me feel when she was near
so much more
than what I am.
I miss
that she could see
what I might be
even when I couldn’t.
I miss her smell
I miss her taste.
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photo is mine taken behind my home
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toritto 