today I was able to laugh at a joke
I am now able to do many things
yesterday I dreamed my daughter
and she was again alive
I am inching back into a routine
climbing steps that do not lead to you
I am someone else now I realize
there is so much I need to learn
about this new person
I am not exactly a ghost
but part feeling and part asleep
part dead and part alive
the dangling root of a former life
dragging along crumbs of the past
I like this poem, Karen. Not because of you referring to yourself as a 'dangling root"; but the fact that you are slowly healing. I love you more than you could ever know. Your sister.
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