Tracking Dominoes

Tracking Dominoes

When I sift through

Dusty wreckage

Old ruins crumbling

I remember

Sorrow: World lost something beautiful in you

Guilt: Did I do enough?

Pain: Where are you now?

Anger at the world, myself and God

That no one heard your tears

You mattered.

You were loved.

I remember

Infinite intelligent conversations

You rehearsing opera in stairways

You looking better in a dress

Than most girls at our high school

Your courage

Your mischievous sense of humour

Your love of animals and gardening

Most of all your unconditional love

I miss you, my friend

But after tracking dominoes

Farewell until God calls me home.

(c) 2012 Amanda Wilson

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