The Firsts
I have felt
The joy in
Celebrating
The firsts-
Smiles
Steps
Words
Birthdays
The one being
Celebrated
Too young
To remember
Yet, later seeing
Thru the eyes
Of those who
Were present
Knowing their
Foundation
Was built
In love-
Strange how
Those firsts
Continue
But change
After one is gone
A birthday
An anniversary
A holiday
Without them
The one being
Remembered
Not here, and yet
Our tears
And smiles
Confirmation
Of that same
Foundation
Still standing
This is our first Easter without Dad. Just me and Mom watching church online as my Uncle James preached from the church where he and my Aunt Martha serve in Massachusetts. It was quiet. The message was hopeful. And we are thankful. Happy Easter! 🕊
Piano Girl 
Happy Easter! 🕊
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Thank you! Happy Easter!
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I was right there!!! Bless you. Beautiful poem! Yes the foundation is always there.
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Thank you, Mary. Happy Easter!
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Grief takes its own journey. Glad to hear that you feel the foundation around you. Happy Easter. Sending love your way.
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Happy Easter. Love and hugs. ☺️
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Happy Easter!
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Happy Easter, Ann!
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