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Not dead yet
I never noticed your age, creeping up but never reflected in your face. Your voice still warms and soothes me. "Nana's here!" Was my war cry, and now my children's. I'm not jealous, more of a passing the gong. Love is limitless as you always told me, to share you with my closest people is always such a joy.
Time is creeping up on you. Longevity and genes aside this wont last forever. My crutch, my leading lady. I ignore it, cant bear it. The fear of being in my mid thirties and crying out for my Nana scares and comforts me. To have been blessed with such a soul for such a length so many do not get. One day you wont be here, perish the thought! How helpless i know i will be, a lost child once again in the world with my only family gone.
One day, but not soon, please not soon. I know i still need you yet for times to come. Selfish of me maybe, but essential.
How everyone must envy me, to have known such unconditional love and support. How i will envy them in the end, to have never known so a void from loss.
But not yet. You are still blonde and bold.
I so wish i was a fraction of you, there's time yet to teach me. So stay a while longer, please, until my debt is repaid. Only then would that have been enough time.
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Eliza Forrest
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