My attempts to ignore you
These past few days were futile
You just kept knocking –
I should have expected your visit
After all, It’s Christmas time
Dad loved Christmas
Baking pies, giving gifts, helping others
I miss him–
That’s why I opened the door
And let you in
To remember how much I miss him-
At first, your visit caused panic
Sending me on a fruitless search
Through old voicemails
Somehow, the resulting tears
Cleared space for sweet memories-
One year, when I was grown
Dad gave me a tiny doll for Christmas
I would always be his little girl-
What I’m trying to say is
Keep Knocking, Grief
I may not answer right away
Still, I promise I won’t forget
Piano Girl 
“What I’m trying to say is
Keep Knocking, Grief
I may not answer right away…”
I love this so much. Grief is more a companion than an occasional visitor. I continue to learn more and more about this loving companion that so often gets pushed away…keeping us from a part of life and therefore a part of ourselves.
Sending you love and blessings, dear Kelley, as you cherish this special memory in this holiday season.
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Thank you, Carrie. ❤️
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your love shines through in this beautiful poem and photo; a moving tribute to dad and the place that grief plays in our life; wish you comfort and joy over Xmas, Kelley — my daughter, my youngest daughter is named Kelly 🙂
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Thanks so much, John. ❤️ Awww, it’s a good name. ☺️
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