I used to breathe with little lungs,
But I took big breaths
For a seven year old.
Today marks ten years-
My lungs have grown a little...
But I still take big breaths
To remind myself
That everything is beautiful,
If you learn to breathe easy.
It must be recognized that
I am not the only one
Whose ears miss your voice,
And whose hands miss yours.
Your heart was a suitcase-
Packed with so many other hearts,
And hands,
And minds.
And you loved so many things,
And so many people.
They loved you all the same
And with your suitcase heart
That you never closed,
You created a beautiful set of luggage.
