Gathering Dust

As I open the door to look at all the things I must go through, I realize that most of them remind me of you. They were once neatly in a pile but now they fell all around, All over my desk, the table and some on the ground. I have saved them in a special order for all of these years, But looking at them now only brings me sadness and tears. I know I must let go of the past and aim for new things, Especially since you are in heaven flying with your beautiful wings. Gathering dust and taking up space is what they have done, I know I should take time to organize them one by one. But instead I take a deep breathe and close the door as I leave, I cannot imagine throwing anything out, for you I still grieve. Debra Baviello February 26, 2015