All the words have been taken. Hung up in gratitude and memory of you.
Emotion captured in perfect prose and rhyme.
There is naught left to say. For a girl like me who starry eyed looks upon those who tread the places you trod. A girl like me who craddles words like jackets in winter. The bread of the earth that fills her belly.
I think of your body now. The one you carried and the one you put down. So much history carved right into the skin, engraved for all to remember, to never forget.
It makes me want to settle closer into my own body. To pick up all the parts of me and lovingly notice them; eyes, legs, hair, hands, fingers…
It makes me want to be a woman…a phenomenal woman.
I hope my work offers, to someone else, the same kind of light that you have given. So they will follow the pulse. And we can keep the chain unbroken.