Image of you

I see you still

In little faces

In frozen images

In my mind

In my dreams

I see your eyes peering back at me through our children

I wonder if they can see you reflected back at them

Your image like the wave of the sea

Coming into view and then pulling back again

Always there

In my memory

In my regrets

In my hopes for our children

Like the hand of an old clock, your face moves back and forth continuously

Not feeling entitled to grieve like others

Not wanting to injure others with my sorrow

So inside it stays

In images

In tears that tip toe in the dark

Telling my heart to whisper and use it’s inside voice so as to not disturb the world