Sat on the playground today.
The sun shone.
Children laughed.
Can’t help thinking you should be here too, with her.
Swings creak.
Balls bounce.
Life does go on.
Spring blooms all around us.
Flowers born from the water of our tears.
January melts into April, and the sun comes out again.
Rest well angel.
We bask in the light you cast upon us.