A portrait

You were supposed to meet her
To see her
But now I guess you’ll have to wait
Another 90 years or so
Until she grows up
Until she grows old
She’ll have met you
Through the stories I’ve told
She’ll have seen you
On the photos from some time ago
But she’ll never have heard
Your soothing words
Your voice
A voice of only you
We’ll paint the most beautiful portrait
Of your missing presence
And hopefully she’ll understand
How much we all miss you.


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