Your Place In Our Hearts - a poem dedicated to Donna Georgio

A poem dedicated to our friend Donna Georgio who we lost way too soon on April 5, 2018. My condolences to her family and friends near and far. She was a rock star in my book and she will be missed terribly. If anyone wants you can make a donation to the American Brain Tumor Association in her memory.

Donna(middle) with Tricia(L) and Nancy(R)

Donna(middle) photo by Adrian Shepard

Your Place In Our Hearts

The air seems different

now that you are gone.

The current whispers your name

and spreads the news of your soul’s departure.

Time seems to click by slower,

a slow motion drama

that we are all unwilling participants in.

Words don’t come as easily

to speak of our loss

but feelings of having known you

stumble out easily bringing tears

and a sense that things will never be the same.

That is the way it is when a light goes out.

We must stand still in the dark

and wait for our eyes to adjust,

for our hearts to reconcile,

to comprehend reasoning

that you are no longer here with us.

Until we realize the truth

that we are the caretakers

of the force that you were!

We are beholden

to mark your place in our hearts

and spread the brilliance you shared,

the ripples you created

out, out…and further out

until they find you in the ether

and let you know that even though you aren’t here

we remember everything you taught us.

You live on in the stories we tell,

the moments we share,

and the love we bestow unto one another.

Find your peace friend

and rest easy knowing you touched us all.

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