ties to your empty
full of beauty
a silhouette of Shaina
Yiddish beauty
and a simple name
masking a man of many facets
Mother, father, daughter, son
connections intertwining
electric moments of lighting
cracking through earth
things that don't
make sense
the mustard seed story
where pain
is what binds us
I will feel these things
like fingers in a closed box
searching for what's inside
for the strength the tears send
for the connection the blood brings
for the gifts that loss can be
Cracks and openings and light coming in
from unexpected places.
-for a beautiful soul I never met, Shaina Ellette
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