There is power in prayers,
But sometimes they’re not answered,
Not the way I intended them to be.
His suffering has ended,
And for that I’m grateful,
But I was in denial.
I didn’t want to believe it—
That his soul was chosen
To enter heaven early.
I miss him.
His love
His support
His encouragement
I felt my heart break,
As my grandmother said goodbye,
And kissed his coffin one last time.
I can still hear his voice—
The birthday wishes
He left for me on my voicemail.
I’m secretly glad I couldn’t answer the phone,
Because now his words live on,
“Have a great day sweetheart. Poppy loves you.”