Cassandra, Age 12, Easton, CT

I aim to hear the sound of your breathing close to me again.
The feeling of your heart on my chest when we hugged.
The way you laughed, and the sweet smell of your Channel #9 perfume.
The crisp smell of baked goods in the kitchen.
The warmth of your hand on my shoulder.
The sight of love in your eyes,
your caring touch healed my wounds.
Your favorite apple cinnamon candle’s smell
that made all troubles disappear.
Your face that made us all smile,
but the time had come where you passed,
but the love you gave stayed.
We will never forget that god
took you away to be with him.

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