Beads of joy
When you died it was hard to see
anything for the tears –
not growing up, nor adventures.
Only a bleak road ahead:
Without you in it and
full of hard rocks
and other painful surprises.
I didn’t notice when it happened,
but now, over my shoulder there are glints:
of the remember whens, the belly laughs,
the rainbow days, wildwest nights.
They boomerang light that glistens
in my dull hours of right now.
I smile and you lift me, because of those times.
We have beads of joy on a chain
to everything that matters.