"Precious Thing" (Entry 399)

It was most precious thing. 

The thing I liked to keep near,

Or at least know where it was at all times. 

To see, to hold,

Or even be in the same room, 

I felt safe. 

I knew I was home. 

Then one day, I lost my thing. 

Unable to search,

As I knew it was gone forever,

Never to return. 

My heart broke, in that moment,

Never to be mended. 

There's always a chunk missing, a hole left, my precious lost thing. 

My precious lost mother. 

My most important possession. 

(If a person can belong to another. 

I think they can, when hearts are open, when they give so much... mean so much... are so much to each other.)

My mum. 

I lost her when she died. 

I love her love, her laughter, her strength, her friendship, her scent, her protection, her hugs. 

The most precious thing in my world is lost.

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Almost 22 years without you. 

Today is your birthday. 

I will miss you always. 

Remember you always. 

Love you forever.