Facing the upcoming holidays without Brian, who passed one year ago, Valley writes a tender poem for her beloved son.
If I never carve a pumpkin
or trim a Christmas tree,
It won’t make me miss you less,
You’ll still not come back to me.
When I listen to Holiday music
And feel grief replaced with joy,
I fear I rob my memories
of you, my little boy.
But my fears are only that
because your spirit’s here with me.
Your imprint on my life
safe in every memory.
To read more about Brian, see the post, Don’t Worry Mama