This year, the words tried to help.
I think, perhaps, they did.
Please let me know whatcha think ...
Every Place
by Lyn Marinello 3/21/26
For far too many years
I have dreaded April first
The day you left this marble
And my little bubble burst
The pain was overwhelming
My anchor point displaced
Scattered, twisted, tattered, frayed
Death’s bitter aftertaste
I questioned my decisions
Angered by my loss
Isolated, lonely
Your absence - my albatross
As the days tick by I wondered
If I was stuck in my own way
Lethargic from life-loathing
Debilitated by my dismay
And so I finally focused
On the facets you held dear
I still stumble constantly
But a new path’s been made clear
I hear you in the music
I see you in my grands
I hear you in my language
I feel you in my hands
I know you’re in the whispers
Of the wind as it blows by
I trust you shape the clouds
When I look up to the sky
I see you in the blossoms
I love you in the chimes
I feel you in the sunshine
Thank you for the rhymes
I know that you’re not present
Though your pull’s like the ocean tide
You’re in every place I ever go
You’ve never left my side.