[A Short Poem by The Flannel Teacup]

Snowflakes are sparkling as they fall
Reminding me of a more childish time

Tress are howling in the wind
Much like the wolves pacing under them
Seems to get colder and colder every year

Mountains are whispering your name
Helen, it’s been too long

Life after death – it’s still hard
To wrap my head around

Wishing you were still down the hall
Everything has changed
… but not me missing you

If the only way I can see you is in my dreams
Then by all means – you know
You’re more than welcome

Background: One of the most personal items I’ve ever posted online. Feeling quite vulnerable but at the same time excited. This beautiful poem is dedicated to my Grandma, who I miss everyday with every part of me.

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